XZIBIT


Losin' Your Mind Lyrics

Out of a crowd, picking 'em out, and what?
Digging 'em out to kicking 'em out, and what?
Surviving the game is what it's about, and what?
I'm running this bitch, you running your mouth, then what?
If I keep dropping heat this hard, what?
The fucking devil gonna be out of a jar, and what?
Rakim conversation with God, what?
I'm so hard with a quad in the prison yard

Magic Johnson need to run for mayor
Lil Kim sold me some pussy, but I ain't pay her
You can, hate me now or hate me later
I'm a instigator, what? A instigator
It's the, MVPs and SUVs
We don't, take no shit, take yo' shit
Leave a, hole in your face size on Grand Canyon
Head between your knees, prepare for crash landing

Hand 'em out is not my style
You done, fucked up now but don't look down
We too, high up fo' yo' bricks to get to
See the skid marks from the shit I've been through
How that sound? Smack me around
Like the national death, nah it's not goin' down
Speak yo' mind but watch yo' mouth
You big sis but no dollars, so that don't count, nigga

Who wanna get involved with us?
Break down bitches, ball with us
Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us
No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us
It's not, what you say, but how you spit it
It's not, what you got, but how you get it
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
What made y'all think, y'all could fuck wit Xzibit?

Lights, camera, action, show time
We bust shit back in no time
Yo' kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin' your mind
Lights, camera, action, show time
We bust shit back in no time
Yo' kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin' your mind

Lift off a mark, inhale exhaust
Can never come off soft, I cover the cost
Get lost in the sauce and the city niggas believe me
Pimping ain't easy, fat meat be greasy
Hoes can't walk right, pigs never fly straight
What that West like, we rise like the birth rate

First taste of the future, we all hands on
Amputating Satan's last legs to stand on
Head strong re-match, dollar for dollar, bullet for bullet
Niggas don't want it, then don't pull it
Don't shoot it, mind polluted, deeply rooted
Cock back, ready to rock, time to do it

Who wanna get involved with us?
Break down bitches, ball with us
Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us
No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us
It's not, what you say, but how you spit it
It's not, what you got, but how you get it
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
What made y'all think, y'all could fuck with Xzibit?

Back for more, watch me score, with what?
With any whore that wanna explore, with what?
The ups the downs, the ins the outs, then what?
Kicking that ass, dick in your mouth, so what?
Piss on ya chest, and put it on tape, now what?
Have all these bitches calling it rape, and what?
Slicker than that, so pump your brakes, and what?
Indite it, fight it, settle the case, what?

Who wanna get involved with us?
Break down bitches, ball with us
Hit a couple of corners, crawl with us
No matter how you bust, you ain't hard as us
It's not, what you say, but how you spit it
It's not, what you got, but how you get it
Come on, Golden State done finally did it
What made y'all think, y'all could fuck with Xzibit?

Lights, camera, action, show time
We bust shit back in no time
Yo' kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin' your mind
Lights, camera, action, show time
We bust shit back in no time
Yo' kind can't fuck with my kind
You must be losin' your mind

Songwriter(s): Michael A. Elizondo, Theron Otis Feemster, Andre Young
Copyright: Universal Music - Z Tunes LLC, Elvis Mambo Music, Ain'T Nothing But Funkin' Music, Music Of Windswept, Feemstro, WB Music Corp.
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