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Don't Approach Me
Xzibit
Pssh, man I need a lighter man
Right here
What's crackin?
Hit this shit
Yeahhh, whassup Slim?
Psh, is that right?
Ssshhit I almost hit this motherfucker today
What is it with mother fuckers thinkin that?
They can do or say whatever they want to us
And that we won't retaliate
Protect my mother fuckin self, by ANY
Right?
Means, necessary
Cause you don't know me, I don't know you
So don't approach me, I won't approach you
And don't insult me, I won't insult you
Cause you don't know what I will or I won't do
Being underrated gave me time to create it
Make no mistake; I'm the Golden State heavyweight
Can you relate? I renovate, straight out the gate
Carried my weight, but seem to receive nothin but hate
Millionaires snatchin crumbs off my little son plate
No hoes, no clothes, no one showin up for my shows
Kidnapped, locked in a trunk, get shot in the face
But my baby momma hates my guts and can't stand me (yeah)
You know how it goes; I might as well kick it at home
Packed up, moved out, started a new family
So all this strugglin for what, so I can blow up
Marry a slut but can't watch my seed grow up?
For tryin to edutain assholes and feed my bitch
Fuck that, this the fuckin thanks I get
Yo I feel like my whole life is upside down
(upside down)
It's like
Cause you seein more support than I'm seein my child
Everyday I wake up, another drama
It's a wonder I'm alive, survivin this karma
If I can hold on to my private life for five minutes longer
I might get my wife to let go of this knife and just calm her
Without these cameras in our faces like animals
For your Channel 2 Action News to follow our ambulance up the avenue
And catch a glimpse of all the suicide attempts
And you wonder why I carry every gun under the sun
And what we do in private since they won't let us put up a fence
Whether it's unloaded full or an unknown bullet, you're so full of shit
This clip is so full it'll spit if I don't pull it
And don't give me no bullshit I'm not in the mood
I just got in a feud in some parkin lot with a dude
Over Kim and she just slit both of her wrists over the shit
Don't tell me bout the show business shit
I know what this is, bitch
This ain't business, this is personal BITCH
You don't know Xzibit from shit, new school, class dismissed
I had a very fucked up day, I'm needin this fit
Shuttin mother fuckers up like they pleadin the 5th
Time for everybody to feel it, similar to the egg in the skillet
Yo Em it's time to get serious with it (yeah)
This is your brain on drugs, Xzibit brain on thugs
Ain't no neighborhood that's big enough to bang on us?
Ain't no love lost my niggaz, relax yourself
I'm about to snatch it all and start spreadin the wealth
To my niggaz who never seen it I mean it when I holla
At the top of my lungs about my guns and my loved ones
Got, tons of ammo to crack your enamel
Changin your channel, you played like a fuckin piano
Ridin slow through Cali like I'm ridin a camel
Millionaire mother fuckers with their brains in their flannels
Just hit me on my tele' nigga soon as I touch down
I feel like, Tony Soprano, who do I trust now?
Big behind bitches gettin dick to spit shine
Spit lines to split spines just to get mine
Sniff lines of coke, that's the only shit that make you dope
Bitch get choked out and beat, put your head in a vise and turn till you mother fuckers tell me the right shit
So do I gotta buy a whole block to myself?
A front door with twelve locks
And have a bodyguard walk me out to my mailbox
And every time somebody makes a threat, run and tell cops?
Fuck that, I protect myself with these twelve shots
And one in the chamber, gun in the waist
Tryin to walk up and knock like these cocksuckers are not
And one in the ankle, waitin for someone to come to my place
Gonna get a shotgun or a glock shoved in their face?
And it's a disgrace Hailey can't play with her toys
In the front yard without you drivin by honkin your horn
Screamin some shit, leanin out your windows, beepin shit
Or pullin up in my drive like I won't leap in your whip
And so these kids tell their friends and relatives where I live
So my address ends up on the internet again
So then, I do an interview with Spin, tellin them
That if someone comes to my crib, I'm a shove a gun in their ribs
And reporters, blow it out of proportion
Just for tryin to stand on his porch"
"Oh, now he's pullin guns on his fans
And I'm the bad guy, cause I don't answer my door like "Hey hi!
You guys want some autographs? Okay, form a straight line!"
Sometimes I feel like loadin this rifle
And climbin the roof at night and hidin outside to snipe you
It's not that I don't like you
It's just that I'm not behind the mic
I'm a person who's just like you.
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