Hit & Run (Part II) - Xzibit

: Allo?

: Hello, Xzibit?

: Yeah, yeah, what’s up?

: Hold on one second ok?

: Alright

: Xzibit?

: Hey, what’s up?

: It’s Ron, Hightower.

: Ah, what’s up dude, what’s goin' down?

: Eh nigga, it ain’t nothin' but a party!

: Yoo!

shit it’s goin' down?

: Hey, let me tell you something.

I got some ladies over here, you know…

: Hi Xzibit!

: What’s up?

: He he, see what I’m saying.

They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit

But listen why don’t you do this

When you’re done over there, why don’t you come here and shit

You know what I’m saying?

That way they can tell you hello on person

: Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin'

: Hey, bring yourself, I’m sure they can handle the rest

You know what I mean?

: Yeah yeah, alright, I’ll be over there in a minute.

: Peace!

: Alright

It’s a lazy Sunday night

Xzibit posted at the lab

Gettin' high as a kite

Proceed to rolll the light

It’s real tight

In a paper Philly Blunts I don’t need

It might fuck off the taste

Of this bomb ass weed

My nigga Tango and Breeze

Came thru we blaze a few

Together bored as fuck

Niggas down for whatever

Break left from the bomb

Phone call from Ron Hightower

Shower at his crib in a hour

All the women involved drop drawers

Don’t say nothin'

Just a lota nuttin'

Fuckin' plus dick suckin'

Goddamn who was that?

Half black with the fat ass

Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass

My name’s Xzibit

I aint' tryin' to spit game

Just tell me your name

And the proportions of your frame

That’s right

Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night

I don’t wanna save 'em

Pay em' or buy clothes

All we really wanna do

Is try to fuck these hoes

You knew the game

And you still ended up on your back…

Bitches get laid like tracks

Break it down like that

With stacks of profilactics

Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo