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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Xzibit
Performer
Scott Storch
Keyboards
Mike Elizondo
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alvin Joiner
Songwriter
Melvin Charles Bradford
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Scott Storch
Producer
Mel-Man
Producer
Michelle M9dbodisol Forbes
Assistant Engineer
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, ladies and gentleman
Broadcasting live to you and yours
It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit
Yeah, bounce with me, come on
The first day of the rest of my life (X)
Stand behind the mic like Walter Cronkite
Y'all keep the spotlight
I'm keeping my rhymes tight
Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night
Think the lightweight cake makes you **** that you used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gon' shoot who? (Who)
Not even on your best day, rolling the wild west way, giving it up
Leaving the whole world stuck, not giving a f***
Laid in the cut
[Verse 2]
Now we break through in the rut, come on
Hennessy and orange juice baby, fill up a cup
Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze
Loosen up, let your hair down and join the festivities
Overcrowd the house like lock-down facilities ****
Quick to give me brains while I post to reign
Going up and down my d*** like the stock exchange (X)
[Verse 3]
Rearrange the whole game with my rugged style (X)
Won't even say your own name when I come around (X)
Stay on top but remain from the underground (X)
To the Z, and we all in the family (X)
Rearrange the whole game with my rugged style (X)
Won't even say your own name when I come around (X)
Stay on top but remain from the underground (X)
To the Z, and we all in the family
[Verse 4]
Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp ****
Approach every woman like a potential mistress
Shine bright, make sure that (X) stay tight
'Cause tonight I might meet my next ex-wife
Mr. Big Chief Reefer
Xzibit uses **** like a Visa
I run it through and money come out
Running your mouth, I have somebody running your house
If I were your spouse, I'd have a little fun in the couch
Yeah, you know that it was bound to happen
I came to give you what you lackin'
Whenever you hit them other ****, rapping, rocking
Chains, stadiums, palladiums, crack craniums
My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium
Drop top, fitting on twenties
Using rappers like crash test dummies
Stacking real estate and money is funny
How things changed over night, when you thinking, right?
I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife (X)
[Verse 5]
Rearrange the whole game with my rugged style (X)
Won't even say your own name when I come around (X)
Stay on top but remain from the underground (X)
To the Z, and we all in the family (X)
Rearrange the whole game with my rugged style (X)
Won't even say your own name when I come around (X)
Stay on top but remain from the underground (X)
To the Z, and we all in the family (X)
[Verse 6]
What an event, we hardcore, hundred percent
Making this **** Los Angeles proudly presents
The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects
Yank that chain off of your neck, demand the respect
Now all your conversations sound strange to me
It seem like everybody around me done changed but me
I stand alone on my own two feet
Stab a track, strangle the beat
Restless, no time for sleep
[Verse 7]
**** is weak, I'm concrete, like Benjamin Green
It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend
Straight to the chair (Not these **** again)
Call Doc, bounce to the spot and slide right in
I ain't tryna see nothing but progress, regardless
Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious
Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle
Hennessy, rocks, plenty of ice, make it a double and scream (X)
[Verse 8]
Rearrange the whole game with my rugged style (X)
Won't even say your own name when I come around (X)
Stay on top but remain from the underground (X)
To the Z, and we all in the family (X)
Rearrange the whole game with my rugged style (X)
Won't even say your own name when I come around (X)
Stay on top but remain from the underground (X)
To the Z, and we all in the family
[Verse 9]
So there you have it
A, B, C, D, P, G, C, X to the **** Z
Mr. Exuberant, extravagant, extraordinary, exciting, ex alotta
XO with a little bit of ecstasy
Exing you **** if you tryna test a G
And what's the recipe? Excalibur weaponry
And we shoot exceptionally
That there's hot, X marks the spot
Nah, X spots the marks
Exclamation point
Written by: Alvin Joiner, Andre Young, Melvin Charles Bradford, Scott Storch