Xzibit

Xzibit - Game Face lyrics

rate me

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of h

All these l.a times motherfucka's keepin the pace

No need to pull strings things still get done

To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs

So xzibit never speak wit a false tounge

Slid off like a handgun

Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson

I never like to talk business over the phone

So either have love for the game or leave it alone

Plus action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

So I gotta keep a gameface

On the street you slipand you might catch a hot one

Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun

I keep it bangin to the end of the line

When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mineit's divine

Cuz my family is harder than bricks

Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit

Chorus:

(ras kass)

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

(xzibit)

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine

Keep it movin to the end of the line

And action speak louder than words

And pussy move faster than birds

Gotta keep a gameface

Verse 2: ras kass

Men must be either tramp or the crutch

To regulaterelegatedelegate powernigga touch something

Trust no one and die dumping

Drained ya battery you barely talking like teddy ruxpin

See that's wassupnigga I don't give a fuck

Say some shit so nastyit'll make little kim blush

As ifa 98 bentley didn't tempt me

To lay bullshit over this empty

But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me

I'm one-third black manone-third jackie chan

One-third sandshiftin across the surface of the land

Golden state warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses

While you givin groupies all your loochie

I'm known for fucking hoochies in suskis

And slippin ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Loved and fearedsevere yet loved

The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs

So keep yourhand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit

Don't rock shitstudio hustlers

Claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith

What part of the game is this

Bonus roundgive me the micthe money

The pussy in that orderthe mortar over populated

Get fucked and orally copulated

And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit

Can suck yo apology out my dick

Chorus:

Verse 3:

(ras kass)

This is for the black niggasthe yak sippers

The part time strippersslash full time studentand fifty buck slippers

I got athletes feetwe run these contrete streets

Sporting cleetsain't nothing sweet

(xzibit)

I'm making rappers get they shit together

Still smokinstill drinkinstill maintain clear thinkin

Everyday is the weekendmashin thru in a lincoln

And style so sickthe whole car start stinking

Chorus:

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