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X Lyrics - Restless - Xzibit

Yeah, ladies and gentleman 

Broadcasting live to you and yours 

It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit 

Yeah, bouncing, come on 

 

The first day of the rest of my life 

X stand behind the mic like Walker Cronkite 

Y'all keep the spotlight, I'm keeping my rhymes tight 

Lose sight of what you believe and call it a night 

This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to 

Teflon territory you just can't shoot through 

You gonna shoot who? (Who?) Not even on your best day 

Rollin the Wild West way, giving it up 

Leaving the whole world stuck not giving a fuck 

Laid in the cut, now we break through in the rut 

Hennessey and orange juice baby fill up a cup 

Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze 

Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities 

Overcrowd the house like lock down facilities 

Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range 

Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange 

 

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound 

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around 

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground 

(X) to the Z and we all in the family 

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound 

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around 

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground 

(X) to the Z and we all in the family 

 

Ever since Xzibit could spit, been on some pimp shit 

Approach every woman like a - potential mistress 

Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight 

Cause tonight I might meet my next ex-wife 

Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa 

I run it through and money come out 

Running your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house 

Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch 

Now you know that it was bound to happen 

I came to give you what you lacking 

whenever you hear them other niggaz rapping 

Rocking chains, stadium, palladiums, cracked craniums 

My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium 

Drop top tinted on twenties 

Using rappers like crash test dummies 

Stacking real estate and money 

It's funny how things change overnight when you thinking right 

I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife 

 

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound 

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around 

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground 

(X) to the Z and we all in the family 

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound 

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around 

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground 

(X) to the Z and we all in the family 

 

What an event, we hardcore a 100% 

Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents 

The real deal, how does it feel? No special effects 

Yank the chain off of your neck, demand the respect 

Now all your conversations sound strange to me 

It be like everybody around me done changed but me 

I stand alone on my own two feet 

Stab a track, strangle the beat 

Restless no time for sleep 

Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Benjamin Grier 

It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend 

Straight to the chin (Not these niggas again) 

Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in 

I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless 

Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious 

Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle 

Hennessey, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now scream 

 

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound 

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around 

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground 

(X) to the Z and we all in the family 

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound 

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around 

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground 

(X) to the Z and we all in the family 

 

So there you have it, D-P-G-see 

X to the motherfucking Z 

Mr. Exuberant, Extravagant, Extraordinary, Exciting, X-a-lotta 

X-O with a little bit of Ecstasy 

Xing your bitch-ass out if you trying to test the G 

And what's the recipe? Excalibur weaponry 

And we shoot exceptionally 

That there is hot X marks the spot? 

Fuck naw, X spots the marks 

Exclamation point, niggaz! 

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