Right On - Xzibit

Yeah, ha

Ladies and gentlemen (Ha, Yeah)

You got money and then bitches

Power.

You had it, you lost it

You leased it, you flossed it

Business fell through now ya coming up off it

He bought it, he rolled it

He passed it, you smoked it

Now you’re fucked up off some weed mixed with coke shit

You love her, you hate her

You fucked her, you raped her

Twenty-five to life 'cause you can’t control ya anger

It’s heavy, it’s deep

It’s solid, it’s weak

Things people say about your records in the streets (Check it)

Be careful what you wish for

You fuck around and get it

I did it, got in it

Spit it and didn’t waste a minute

So where my niggas at?

What part of the game is that?

I paid my dues now nobody trying to pay me back

And if they did I would probably have as much as Shaq

My life is the movie so listen to the soundtrack

This what its all about

You better stall me out

And feel the aim of the name you niggas calling out

If you feeling how I’m feeling

And you ready and willing

To come to the table

I put it together who doing it better

Come bounce with me (Come on)

You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)

Take em out!

If you moving how I’m moving

And you chosen and proven

So lose the illusion

The top guns cue the confusion

Come bounce with me (Come on!)

You can smoke a whole ounce with me (Right on!)

Take em out!

I’m tired, I’m hungry

You’re lazy, disgusting

You lay around my house and ya never do nothing

I seen it, believed it

Planned it, conceived it

Missed me with the bullshit bitch I don’t need it

I cheated, you cheated

We cheated, so beat it

Eat it like a dick bitch you too conceited

I broke it, replaced it

I slammed it, I chased it

Hands in the air if ya love getting wasted baby!

You never seen us before

You better come and get it

You with it, I’m with it

I’m busy baby you fucking with it

Is it your place or mind

Don’t wanna waste your time

And you can get it how you want it it’ll blow ya mind

Its over time

Taking pride in the bump and grind

A hit from behind to leave you with a broken spine

This what its all about

You better stall me out

Its just the game of the name you bitches calling out

Pop it, drink it

Float it, sink it

You plan to stop me then you better rethink it

Drive it, use it

Pimp it, abuse it

The shit motherfuckers do to hip-hop music

I live it, I die it

I’m laughing, I’m crying

Pop two of these bitch, lets start flying

I hear it, I taste it

I touched it, I faced it

Breaking down the bullshit back to the basics

I had to kick in the door

That’s how I had to get it

I shitted with lyrics

And getting better for fucking credit

Getting gangsta with it

The best that ever did it

Hit it and quit it my nigga

You shouldn’t babysit it

We need more emcees and less wannabes

Three hundred and sixty degrees of reality

That’s what its all about

Kill 'em and haul 'em out

Now feel the aim of the name you haters callin' out