Текст (слова) песни: Xzibit - Year 2000

I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute
Yeah, what`s happenin? Yeah thanks for the lighter
Anybody smoke here? Yeah, aight
That`s uh that`s more for me you punk motherfuckers
Look, check it, look

[Xzibit]
Everybody here was born to hustle
It`s a very thin line between the boss and the muscle
We foot soldiers, face first in the trenches
Only time I`m on my back is fuckin these hoes and weight benches
Yeah, Hell`s Kitchen, raw tension
Never cryin and bitchin or settlin for less, heh
Metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary, it`s X-Man the mercenary, heh
Carry a .44 Desert Eagle
Feeding the people, even if it ain`t legal
Lowridin in the Regal or the Cadillac
Money stacked probably give your ass a heart attack
Purchased your last CD, I want my money back
You see the battle I`ma see you in the street
Survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons
I`m guaranteed to be the last man standing

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It`s dedicated to my soldiers on the front line
This one`s for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
cause it`s the year two thousand

[Xzibit]
Everybody wannabe king, fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine, I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than paper-mache
Started with Dre, graduate to radio play
I still ain`t satisfied, bout to blast off worldwide
Get in line check the politics
Ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich?
Ain`t this a bitch, barely can eat, barely can pee
I dedicate my life to the street
It`s not for you if your stomach is weak
Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets
That`s the only time I really find peace
Havin violent stand-offs with the police
North Hollywood beef, grindin my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed I`m the bad seed
Smokin weed `til my motherfuckin eyes bleed
Dedicated to the niggaz that despise us
So ain`t nobody `sposed to be here besides us
Catch a flatline

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles, right?
Huh, it`s X to the Z Xzibit
What? New millenium

I was one that never begged for nothin
Me and my homies build penitentiary huffin
Runnin your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick
What is he Dogg Pound now? Is he still with Tha Liks?
Is he rich? Is Xzibit a Crip?
This is business stay the fuck out of my family shit, heh
A grown man, the back of my hand is what you receive
The X-Files make you believe
You check the Soundscan and do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath make Xzibit have a good laugh
It`s goin down, hit the ground like a plane crash
You lil` fags ain`t prepared for the X-Man, scared and desperate
Young and restless, there is no guest list
Move to the back of the line, yo it`s my time
Prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Xzibit - Year 2000 I wanna speak to you motherfuckers for a minute Yeah, what`s happenin? Yeah thanks for the lighter Anybody smoke here? Yeah, aight That`s uh that`s more for me you punk motherfuckers Look, check it, look [Xzibit] Everybody here was born to hustle It`s a very thin line between the boss and the muscle We foot soldiers, face first in the trenches Only time I`m on my back is fuckin these hoes and weight benches Yeah, Hell`s Kitchen, raw tension Never cryin and bitchin or settlin for less, heh Metal in your chest, take a final breath Revolutionary, it`s X-Man the mercenary, heh Carry a .44 Desert Eagle Feeding the people, even if it ain`t legal Lowridin in the Regal or the Cadillac Money stacked probably give your ass a heart attack Purchased your last CD, I want my money back You see the battle I`ma see you in the street Survival of the first to draw the heaters and the cannons I`m guaranteed to be the last man standing [Chorus: repeat 2X] Crack a bottle for your hard time It`s dedicated to my soldiers on the front line This one`s for all of us Thinkin bout your casualties Learn from mistakes, protect your family cause it`s the year two thousand [Xzibit] Everybody wannabe king, fuck everything All this shit is bout to me mine, I hear it all the time Live your life for the day Easier to burn than paper-mache Started with Dre, graduate to radio play I still ain`t satisfied, bout to blast off worldwide Get in line check the politics Ever wonder why only certain motherfuckers get rich? Ain`t this a bitch, barely can eat, barely can pee I dedicate my life to the street It`s not for you if your stomach is weak Relax with dead bodies covered with sheets That`s the only time I really find peace Havin violent stand-offs with the police North Hollywood beef, grindin my teeth Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief New breed I`m the bad seed Smokin weed `til my motherfuckin eyes bleed Dedicated to the niggaz that despise us So ain`t nobody `sposed to be here besides us Catch a flatline [Chorus] [Xzibit] Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles, right? Huh, it`s X to the Z Xzibit What? New millenium I was one that never begged for nothin Me and my homies build penitentiary huffin Runnin your mouth like a bitch cause you all on my dick What is he Dogg Pound now? Is he still with Tha Liks? Is he rich? Is Xzibit a Crip? This is business stay the fuck out of my family shit, heh A grown man, the back of my hand is what you receive The X-Files make you believe You check the Soundscan and do the math Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath A bloodbath make Xzibit have a good laugh It`s goin down, hit the ground like a plane crash You lil` fags ain`t prepared for the X-Man, scared and desperate Young and restless, there is no guest list Move to the back of the line, yo it`s my time Prime time only where the beats and the rhyme shine [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Year 2000: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/123/1/756.html Все тексты песен: Xzibit » Xzibit - Foundation » Xzibit - Prime Time » Xzibit - Positively Negative » Xzibit - Los Angeles Times » Xzibit - Carry The Weight » Xzibit - Get Your Walk On » Xzibit - My Writes » Xzibit - Break Yourself » Xzibit - X » Xzibit - Man vs Machine » Xzibit - Eyes May Shine » Xzibit - My Life, My World » Xzibit - Recycled Assassins » Xzibit - The Music Of Business » Xzibit - Focus » Xzibit - Loud & Clear » Xzibit - Deeper » Xzibit - Get Fucked Up With Me » Xzibit - At The Speed Of Life » Xzibit - Break Yourself Рекомендуем скачать: » Ice Cube - Can You Bounce » Ice Cube - Steady Mobbin » I`mmortal (Immortal) - Tyrants » Ice-T - Straight Up Nigga » I Mother Earth - Autumn On Drugs » Iggy Pop - Hideaway » Imbroco - Sixty Six Thousand Miles An Hour » Insane Clown Posse - Killa Ova Nuttin` » Illa Noize (J-Getm) - Who R U? » Imx - First Time » I Voted For Kodos - Nick and Ross Drink Lead Paint » Incubus - glass \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Insane Clown Posse - The Raven`s Mirror » Indica - Varo » In Flames - Black & White » Impetigo - Harbinger Of Death » Ice Cube - It`s A Man`s World » Iceberg - Exit Wounds soundtrack » India.Arie - Can I Walk With You » Incubus - I Miss You
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