Xzibit

Xzibit - F n' You Right

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(Xzibit talkin)

Listen to this, I'm just tryna do this for us

You know what I'm sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs

Yeah, I'm just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica

Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica

How you think I learned how to twist it and turn

Ya back until it's broke, make you feel it in your throat

It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole

Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control

Can't wait to get it home and teach it all to you

Look I'm just tryna be the best, I'm doin it all for you

You know that thing with the peanut butter

My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes,

it's faster with a box cutter

I know you love the way I'm diggin you out

But always wanna fuckin aruge so let's figure this out

I'm just tryna make you happy bitch

Who's there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick

I took the time out to find out what ya like

You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight

So look

(Chorus)

You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life

All the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you right

Never took time to see it and plus

All you thinkin 'bout is yourself, I'm thinkin for us

You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house

And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch

You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life

All the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you right

It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy

Made me spend some extra days in Miami

Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa

Showed X to the Z it's better with three

Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst)

I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop

I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day

You could say I didn't do this shit

Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick

And that's just not the thing to do

So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you

Now don't you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)

When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah)

The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah)

And don't I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah)

(Chorus)

I insist that we fuckin on videotape

Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape

If you know somethin that might excite up our late night

Got an open invite to lay us a pipe

Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight

I'll go from all night 'til the sun turn bright

Two wrongs don't make it right bitch, no need to cheat

(Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat)

Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact

You only tell me that you love me when you're flat on your back

You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt

Why am I the only one that's tryna make this work

(Chorus)

(Tray D talking to fade)

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