Текст песни Year 2000 - Xzibit
I
wanna
speak
to
you
motherfuckers
for
a
minute,
yea
China(?),
yeah
thanks
for
the
lighter
Anybody
smoke
here?
Yeah,
aight,
thats
more
for
me
you
punk
motherfuckers
Look,
check
it
out,
look
(Verse
1)
Everybody,
here
was
born
to
hustle
It's
a
very
thin
line
between
the
boss
and
the
muscle
We
foot
soldiers
Face
first
in
the
trenches
Only
time
I'm
on
my
back
is
fucking
these
Hoes
and
weight
bitches
Hell's
kitchen,
raw
kitchen
Never
crying
and
bitching
and
settling
For
less
Metal
in
your
chest,
take
a
final
breath
Revolutionary
It's
X-man
the
mercenary
Carry
a
.44
desert
eagle
Feeding
my
people
even
if
it
aint
legal
Low-ride
in
the
regal
or
the
cadillac
Money
stack
probably
give
yo
ass
a
Heart
attack
Purchased
your
last
cd
I
want
my
money
Back
You
see
the
battle
Ima
see
you
in
the
Street
Survival
of
the
first
to
draw
the
heaters
And
the
cannons
Im
guaranteed
to
be
the
last
man
standing
(Chorus
2x)
Crack
a
bottle
for
your
hard
time
It's
dedicated
to
my
soldiers
on
the
Front
line
This
one's
for
all
of
us
Thinking
bout
your
casualties
Learn
from
mistakes,
protect
your
family
Cause
its
the
year
2000
(Verse
2)
Everybody
wanna
be
king
Fuck
everything
All
this
shit
is
bout
to
me
mine
I
hear
it
all
the
time
Livin
life
for
the
day
Easier
to
burn
than
papier-mache
Started
with
Dre
Graduate
to
radioplay
I
still
ain't
satisfied
Bout
to
blast
off
worldwide
Get
in
line
check
the
politics
Ever
wonder
why
only
certain
Motherfuckers
get
rich
Ain't
this
a
bitch
Barely
can
eat,
barely
can
pee
I
dedicate
my
life
to
the
street
It's
not
for
you
if
your
stomach
is
weak
Relax
with
dead
bodies
covered
with
sheets
Thats
the
only
time
I
really
find
peace
Having
violent
stand-offs
with
the
police
North
Hollywood
beef
Grinding
my
teeth
Have
you
stuck
and
stunned
in
disbelief
New
breed
Im
the
bad
seed
Smoke
your
weed
til
my
mothafucking
eyes
Bleed
Dedicated
to
the
niggas
that
despise
us
So
ain't
nobody
s'posed
to
be
here
Besides
us
Catch
a
flatline
(Chorus
2x)
Broadcastin
live
from
Planet
Los
Angeles
Right,
heh,
it's
X
to
tha
Z,
Xzibit
What,
new
millenium,
(Verse
3)
I
was
one
that
never
begged
for
nothing
Me
and
my
homies
build
penitentiary
Huff-it
Running
your
mouth
like
a
bitch
cause
you
All
on
my
dick
What
is
he
dogg
pound
now?
is
he
still
With
Tha
Liks?
Is
he
rich?
is
xzibit
a
crip?
this
is
Business
stay
the
fuck
out
of
my
family
shit
A
grown
man,
the
back
of
my
hand
is
what
You
will
see
If
the
X-fives
make
you
believe
You
check
the
sound
scan
I
do
the
math
Me
and
my
staff
run
a
worldwide
warpath
A
bloodbath,
make
Xzibit
have
a
good
laugh
It's
going
down,
hit
the
ground
like
a
Plane
crash
You
lil
fags
ain't
prepared
for
the
X-man
Scared
and
desperate
Young
and
restless
There
is
no
guest
list
Move
to
the
back
of
the
line
Yo
its
my
time,
prime
time
only
where
the
Beats
and
the
rhyme
shine
(Chorus
2x)
Альбом
You Better Believe It!
1 Bitch Please
2 You Better Believe It!
3 Down for the Count
4 Father's Day
5 Killin' It
6 Prime Time
7 Year 2000
8 Westcoast Hiphop
9 Loose Cannons
10 Big Bang Theory
11 My Writes
12 Pop X
13 The Wake Up Show
14 Larger Than Life
15 Step Up
16 Thunder & Lightning
17 U Can't Fuck With Me
18 Bitch Please II
19 Up From da Underground
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