Текст (слова) песни: Xzibit, Ras Kass, Saafir (Golden State W - 3 Card Molly

 
[Ras Kass] 
What, yeah, yeah 
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof 
with my nigga Bud`da, on the track 
Golden State Warriors.. 
Eatin every rapper on the plate 
Huh, feel me 
 
I got three-oh-fo`s in three-one-oh 
on section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens 
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven 
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin 
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano 
Get to clownin y`all punk bitches, cause I`m a Mac, like Ronald 
I make Mac make money, and mack murder wack rappers 
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11`ll gat cha 
When I get at cha, the situation tenses 
Fatality before you ever reach your senses 
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences 
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess 
If you lookin for sympathy, you better look 
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary 
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn` 
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin 
 
Chorus: repeat 2X 
 
[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you can`t pull it 
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet 
[XZ] It`s three card molly 
[RK] Will they ever stop? 
[XZ] Probably not 
[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and watch your body drop 
 
[Saafir the Saucee Nomad] 
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics 
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience 
And perseverance -- flows like an ocean liner 
that sails/sales like a clearance, I`m bilingual 
Fly like a flamingo, I`m a pitcha, everything I freak 
I eat like Al Pacino, you don`t like me baby 
You ain`t happy, you need some Ecstasy 
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my equity 
For the lowest point in my character 
I`ll reach the highest place in the house when I rock 
like the Qu`ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube 
Been this way since I was fourteen 
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme 
Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay 
I`m grim, I brim over my brow when I rip 
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips 
Each syllable you choose to use is light as a flower 
Keep tryin to go gold 
but all you`re gettin is a golden shower 
 
Chorus 
 
[Xzibit] 
Look, now if it wasn`t for the West 
These rap niggaz wouldn`t need a vest around they chest 
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive 
So the day some niggaz come for you I`m really not surprised 
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don`t kill us 
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion 
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue 
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu 
Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot 
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a china shop 
Strippin everything, see you ain`t even got a dime to drop 
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain`t said nathin 
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you 
to the parkin lot, niggaz ain`t ready for all this heat we got 
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit with your tough talk 
That`s like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk 
 
Chorus
 

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