Hit & Run (Part II)

[Intro:]

[Hightower:] Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me

[Xzibit:] Allo?

[Girl:] Hello, Xzibit?

[Xzibit:] Yeah, yeah, what's up?

[Girl:] Hold on one second ok?

[Xzibit:] Alright

[Hightower:] Xzibit?

[Xzibit:] Hey, what's up?

[Hightower:] It's Ron, Hightower

[Xzibit:] Ah, what's up dude, what's goin' down?

[Hightower:] Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party!

[Xzbibit:] Yoo! shit it's goin' down?

[Hightower:] Hey, let me tell you something

I got some ladies over here, you know...

[Girl:] Hi Xzibit!

[Xzibit:] What's up?

[Hightower:] He he, see what I'm saying

They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit

But listen why don't you do this

When you're done over there, why don't you come here and shit

You know what I'm saying?

That way they can tell you hello on person

[Xzibit:] Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin'

[Hightower:] Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest

You know what I mean?

[Xzibit:] Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute

[Hightower:] Peace!

[Xzibit:] Alright

[Verse One:]

[Xzibit:]

It's a lazy Sunday night

Xzibit posted at the lab

Gettin' high as a kite

Proceed to rolll the light

It's real tight

In a paper Philly Blunts I don't need

It might fuck off the taste

Of this bomb ass weed

My nigga Tango and Breeze

Came thru we blaze a few

Together bored as fuck

Niggas down for whatever

Break left from the bomb

Phone call from Ron Hightower

Shower at his crib in a hour

All the women involved drop drawers

Don't say nothin'

Just a lota nuttin'

Fuckin' plus dick suckin'

Goddamn who was that?

Half black with the fat ass

Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass

(For me)

My name's Xzibit

I ain't' tryin' to spit game

Just tell me your name

And the proportions of your frame

(38-26-32)

That's right

Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night

[Chorus: (2x)]

I don't wanna save 'em

Pay em' or buy clothes

All we really wanna do

Is try to fuck these hoes

[Verse Two:]

[Rass Kass:]

You knew the game

And you still ended up on your back...

[Xzibit:]

Bitches get laid like tracks

Break it down like that

With stacks of profilactics

Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo

[girl moaning in background]

With minimal conversation

No time wastin'

Only hard penetration

Gettin' shiners on recliners

Cummin' in your faces

Stop! Get on top

I take your mind different places

Won't be satisfied till I hit every race

Color and creed in deed

All I need is weed a fly steez

Who ain't afraid to take the lead

A little dirt on your knees

Looked over saw Breeze

Laid out on the couch about to let it all out

Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about

[Chorus: (4x)]

I don't wanna save em'

Pay em' or buy clothes

All we really wanna do

Is try to fuck these hoes