Deeper lyrics

by

Xzibit


[Verse 1]
Yeah so it all comes down to this (what?)
Specialist with a hit list
Right fist bomb type M.G.M. fight night type (ding ding)
So when I hits in the stage we can Face Off
Watch me rattle your Nicholas Cage
Bring heat in ridiculous ways never compromise
Look into my eyes tell me what you see (what?)
Victory ecstasy maybe Hennessy
Energy wasted, enemies gettin' laced with
That point blank to the face sh*t
Who you think this is
Young black bust a n*gga ass strickly business man
Self disciple Heinakin let the record spin
Paparazzi all over again, times ten
Like thee original sin
I'm tryin' to f*ck it up for everybody
The hot toddy, get collect calls from John Gotti
I kick back like karate
Butter soft burn off and solid black Maserati like

[Chorus]
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper than that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper than that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper than that)
To the place where the motherf*ckin' problem is at
[Verse 2]
Long hair ganja smoke but don't be mistaken
I ain't Jamaican
Find another chicken to j*rk
A world of hurt 9 to 5 puttin' in work
Never rest put to the test get put to the death
Never the less only greater than
Trust no man
Soon to have the whole wide world inside of my hand
So I suggest you act right my insight like sunlight
Burn your cornea
Big bad California
To the Waldorf-Astoria
N.Y.C. competition wish to someday roll like me
But all I see is capital H-E-A-T
I'm makin' motherf*ckers Run like DMC (run)
The Likwit MC is here to blaze a n*gga like a fat one
Non-radio bangin' sh*t goin' platinum
And keep slappin' 'em with a Colt 45
While my Old English leave you broken down with a Crooked Ise (eye)

[Chorus]
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper than that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper than that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper than that)
To the place where the motherf*ckin' problem is at
[Verse 3]
Suck it easy Movin' On Up like George and Weezy
You can't stop it love it or leave it alone
Xzibit writin' more pages then the state penitentiary
Full of well-known villains that wanna come home
Never relax ain't no tellin' lay it on wax
Make it bang let Stever sell 'em and dip 'em in chrome
My n*gga Bud'da chip off beats like cellular phones
Heir to the throne
Xzibit bring the lead to your dome
Like a 3rd world rebellion squad on your boulevard
Protect they spots with heat
They kids gotta eat to make it big in Cali it depends on who you meet
And who you sleep with
Might find yourself in deep sh*t
So hit me with your best shot
I'm lookin' forward to it
You shouldn't repeat it if you ain't really goin' through it
How dare you try to check the fluid
Rip the track chillin' on your big plans like Wilsure and Farefax

[Chorus]
Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper than that)
No gain with no pain (it gets deeper than that)
Dyin' in the fast lane (way deeper than that)
To the place where the motherf*ckin' problem is at
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net