Xzibit, Ras Kass - Game Face lyrics

I don't fuck around I'll break you
Down into ounces of H
All these LA times motherfuckers
Keepin the pace
No need to pull strings things still get done
To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs
So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge
Slid off like a handgun
Tryin to build an empire to
Pass to my grandson
I never like to talk business over the phone
So either have love for the
Game or leave it alone
Plus action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
So I gotta keep a gameface
On the street you slip
And you might catch a hot one
Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun
I keep it bangin to the end of the line
When a rapper think his faggot
Style is fuckin with mine, it's divine
Cuz my family is harder than bricks
Anything to keep it movin cuz
It's harder to hit

(Ras Kass) only right I fuck wit you
When you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface (Xzibit)
Only right I fuck wit you
When you fuckin' wit mine
Keep it movin to the end of the line
And action speak louder than words
And pussy move faster than birds
Gotta keep a gameface

Men must be either pampered or crushed
To regulate, relegate, delegate power
Nigga touch something
Trust no one and die dumping
Drained ya battery you barely
Talking like Teddy Ruxpin
See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck
Say some shit so nasty
It'll make Little Kim blush
As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me
To lay bullshit over this MP
But consequently my conscience
Wouldn't permit me i'm one-third black man
One-third Jackie Chan one-third sand
Shiftin across the surface of the land
Golden State Warrior let my nuts
Hang like niggas in nooses
While you givin groupies all your loochie
I'm known for fucking hoochies in suzukis
And known for slippin
Bourgeois bitches roofies
Loved and feared, severe yet loved
The full time titan fighting three
Million over night thugs so keep your
Hand out your rectum cause
You can't stop shit
Don't rock shit, studio hustlers
Claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith
What part of the game is this
Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money
The pussy in that order, the more
The over-populated
Get fucked and orally copulated
And all you chumps on some you
Owe me an apology shit
Can suck yo apology out my dick


(Ras Kass)
This is for the black niggas, the yak sippers
The part time strippers, slash
Full time student, and fifty buck slippers
I got athletes feet
We run these contrete streets
Sporting cleats, ain't nothing sweet

(Xzibit)
I'm making rappers get they shit together
Still smokin, still drinkin
Still maintain clear thinkin
Everyday is the weekend
Mashin thru in a lincoln and style so sick
The whole car start stinking