Xzibit - Game Face Lyrics
I dont ***** around Ill break you down in the hours of hAll these l.a times mother*****as keepin the paceNo need to pull strings things still get doneTo have you yellin at the top of yo lungsSo xzibit never speak wit a false toungeSlid off like a handgunTryin to build an empire to pass to my grandsonI never like to talk business over the phoneSo either have love for the game or leave it alonePlus action speak louder than wordsAnd ***** move faster than birdsSo I gotta keep a gamefaceOn the street you slip, and you might catch a hot oneXzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgunI keep it bangin to the end of the lineWhen a rapper think his saggin style is *****in with mine, its divineCuz my family is harder than bricksAnything to keep it movin cuz its harder to hitChorus:(ras kass)Only right I ***** wit you when you *****in wit mineKeep it movin to the end of the lineAnd action speak louder than wordsAnd ***** move faster than birdsGotta keep a gameface(xzibit)Only right I ***** wit you when you *****in wit mineKeep it movin to the end of the lineAnd action speak louder than wordsAnd ***** move faster than birdsGotta keep a gamefaceVerse 2: ras kassMen must be either tramp or the crutchTo regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch somethingTrust no one and die dumpingDrained ya battery you barely talking like teddy ruxpinSee thats wassup, nigga I dont give a *****Say some shit so nasty, itll make little kim blushAs if, a 98 bentley didnt tempt meTo lay bullshit over this emptyBut consequently my conscience wouldnt permit meIm one-third black man, one-third jackie chanOne-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the landGolden state warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in noosesWhile you givin groupies all your loochieIm known for *****ing hoochies in suskisAnd slippin ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Loved and feared, severe yet lovedThe full time titan fighting three million over night thugsSo keep your, hand out your rectum cause you cant stop shitDont rock shit, studio hustlersClaimin they got more keys than a locksmithWhat part of the game is thisBonus round, give me the mic, the moneyThe ***** in that order, the mortar over populatedGet *****ed and orally copulatedAnd all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shitCan suck yo apology out my dickChorus:Verse 3:(ras kass)This is for the black niggas, the yak sippersThe part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippersI got athletes feet,we run these contrete streetsSporting cleets, aint nothing sweet(xzibit)Im making rappers get they shit togetherStill smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkinEveryday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincolnAnd style so sick, the whole car start stinkingChorus:
