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In My Face
Oooooh...do re mi [xzibit]
Fa so la ti do yeahIm doin vocals
Intimateturn the music up, yeah cmon!
{beat starts...
Yeah! cmon in, yeah welcome
Haa! yeah! yeah!!
Uhh, ya undastand me?
Hey yoooooouu... dj motherfuckin quik, yeah
You know me, x to the z, yeah (arah!)
Ahh, it dont stop, huhh yeah
Some new shit, come on...
We just want you to bounce to
This shit for a minute, yeah
Aint no rush...relax yourself...
Relieve your stress, here we go
Yes...
Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat
Put your pussy in my faaaace...
And let me lick you till i
Feel the taaaaste...
[xzibit] (verse one) {1:56
I am the master of the ceremony
So my territory be off limits to gimmicks
And niggas with wack lyrics
And tracks that lack spirits
So pop your collar (pop your collar!)
Fuck a dollar, Im at ya tough and hard to swallow
Hard act to follow never the role model the what not
Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa
Then changed the direction of it (yeah)
From the niggas that hate it to niggas that love it
What choo want from it
A reputation a luxurious life
Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife
You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes
With action cameras and lights and your shit aint tight
Its on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah)
Push it shlingdit shove it in the vein we dope
Remain with smoke, remote with tash and ras kass
Six months of full blast bitch, gimme dat ass!...ha ha
Put your pussy in my faaace...and ill
(let me lick you laaady)
Lick you till I feel the taaaste...
(would you, would you)
{
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin you
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin you
[hi
Im a royalty check cashin
Coup deville smashin, pretty titty assassin
Lookin for some action
If you want compassion, Ill be pussy basshin
Baby hit me up like yo, what the fuck happened?
was it somethin I did? was it my three kids?
You dont love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?
Im tryna be nice, so Im sittin there thinkin
But I had to tell the bitch baby your breath be stinkin (ha ha)
Niggas, spendin they last, tryna hustle for ass
You bought a cadillac truck, but you cant buy gas
Insurance is a bitch, I hope you dont crash
But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap em on my jag
When it come to fasion, dont make me start flashin
Break a bitch off, and have that whole tire slashin
Im leather, youre leather, together we be clashin
Quik! hit em with the chorus, homie start bashin!
Put your pussy in my faaace...and ill
(let me lick you laaady)
Lick you till I feel the taaaste...
(would you, would you)
{
Feel the taste...
Feel the taste...of lovin you
Feel the taste...of lovin youFeel the taste...
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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