Yeah yeah. Look you could've got away but your response wasn't quick enough. Can't preserve life 'cause the best wasn't thick enough. Teflon Napalm Homicide scenes. These are a few of my favorite things!. But I ain't Mary so ain't a damn thing poppin. Only death disease and a whole lota palm trees. Not only for mics Xzibit is a way of life. Until my death so I celebrate success. Best of the best wouldn't test these waters with a yacht. Sendin' sixteen shots across your parking lot. All up on your proximity drinking Hennessy. Holdin down ground like the Statute of Liberty. So nobody ever can rush my spot. And the torch stay lit so I ain't worried about shit. It ain't where your from it's al about how you represent!. Unfamiliar faces better know who your fuckin' with. [Chorus]: (2x). Eyes may shine Teeth may grit. And all of that shit. And you still won't step. So what's next?. All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin. [You Better off buckin yourself]. [You need to stop frontin]. I'm only comin' through when it's time for collection. Xzibit forever nasty spread like infection. Ain't no protection ever made by man to withstand this punishment. In other words runnin' shit. Keep your eyes wide cause the style gets darker. I make papers and see more new cars than Bob barker. 'Cause if the price ain't right then it's time to take flight. Let the piece go twice to make sure you see the light. Plus I'm dreaded not by the locks but by the cops. And flocks of females that only think with their croth. Unlimitted smoke. The bonified cut throat Columbian neck tie. Now don't you look fly. I'll leave you there to be discovered by your mother. Or maybe your brother or your boty boy lover. No matter your backround Xzibit never backs down. Be prepared for static and semi automatics in your grill. [Chorus]: (2x). Eyes may shine Teeth may grit. And all of that shit. And you still won't step. So what's next?. All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin. [You Better off buckin yourself]. [You need to stop frontin]. Everything that come around go 3.6.0.. Longtitude and latitude. It's alll in the attitude. I'm in the mood to put a twist on things. Xzibit here to rock the planet 'till the fat bitch sings. The shit is closer than you think. Don't blink it might be over in a matter of seconds. I'd like to say this off the record. But it's not. So I testify to the fact. Chronic mixed with the Yak make a hellified contact. It makes it real easy to trip. Unload the whole clip on your block then split!. Aint no answers to the test you taken. Never move fakin'. Can't be shaken'. From my solid foundation like this. [Chorus]: (2x). Eyes may shine Teeth may grit. And all of that shit. And you still won't step. So what's next?. All of a sudden you ain't sayin nothin. [You Better off buckin yourself]. [You need to stop frontin].