Xzibit - Year 2000 lyrics
Xzibit [Alvin Nathaniel Joiner] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Xzibit - Year 2000 lyrics]
I wanna speak to you
Motherfuckers for a minute
Yeah, what's happenin? yeah thanks
For the lighter
Anybody smoke here? yeah, aight
That's uh that's more for
Me you punk motherfuckers
Look, check it, look
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
Fuckin these hoes and weight benches
Yeah, Hell's Kitchen, raw tension
Never cryin and bitchin or settlin for less
Heh metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary, it's X-Man the mercenary, heh
Carry a 44 Desert Eagle
Feeding the people, even if it ain't legal
Lowridin in the Regal or the Cadillac
Money stacked probably give your
Ass a heart attack
Purchased your last CD, I want my money back
It's either that or I'mma see
You in the street
Survival of the first to draw
The heaters and the cannons
I'm guaranteed to be the last man standing
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers
On the front line this one's for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause it's the year 2000
Everybody wannabe king, fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than paper mache
Started with Dre, graduate to radio play
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
That's the only time I really find peace
Havin violent stand-offs with the police
North Hollywood beef, grindin my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed I'm the bad seed
Smokin weed 'til my motherfuckin eyes bleed
Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
So ain't nobody 'sposed to be here besides us
Catch a flatline
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers
On the front line this one's for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause it's the year 2000
Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles
Right? Huh, it's X to the Z Xzibit
What? New millenium
I was one that never begged for nothin
Me and my homies build penitentiary huffin
Runnin 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, heh
A grown man
The back of my hand is what you receive
The X-Files make you believe
You check the Soundscan and do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath make Xzibit have a good laugh
It's goin 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 it's my time
Prime time only where the beats
And the rhyme shine
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers
On the front line this one's for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause it's the year 2000
Motherfuckers for a minute
Yeah, what's happenin? yeah thanks
For the lighter
Anybody smoke here? yeah, aight
That's uh that's more for
Me you punk motherfuckers
Look, check it, look
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
Fuckin these hoes and weight benches
Yeah, Hell's Kitchen, raw tension
Never cryin and bitchin or settlin for less
Heh metal in your chest, take a final breath
Revolutionary, it's X-Man the mercenary, heh
Carry a 44 Desert Eagle
Feeding the people, even if it ain't legal
Lowridin in the Regal or the Cadillac
Money stacked probably give your
Ass a heart attack
Purchased your last CD, I want my money back
It's either that or I'mma see
You in the street
Survival of the first to draw
The heaters and the cannons
I'm guaranteed to be the last man standing
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers
On the front line this one's for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause it's the year 2000
Everybody wannabe king, fuck everything
All this shit is bout to me mine
I hear it all the time
Live your life for the day
Easier to burn than paper mache
Started with Dre, graduate to radio play
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
That's the only time I really find peace
Havin violent stand-offs with the police
North Hollywood beef, grindin my teeth
Have you stuck and stunned in disbelief
New breed I'm the bad seed
Smokin weed 'til my motherfuckin eyes bleed
Dedicated to the niggas that despise us
So ain't nobody 'sposed to be here besides us
Catch a flatline
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers
On the front line this one's for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause it's the year 2000
Broadcastin live from Planet Los Angeles
Right? Huh, it's X to the Z Xzibit
What? New millenium
I was one that never begged for nothin
Me and my homies build penitentiary huffin
Runnin 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, heh
A grown man
The back of my hand is what you receive
The X-Files make you believe
You check the Soundscan and do the math
Me and my staff run a worldwide warpath
A bloodbath make Xzibit have a good laugh
It's goin 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 it's my time
Prime time only where the beats
And the rhyme shine
Crack a bottle for your hard time
It's dedicated to my soldiers
On the front line this one's for all of us
Thinkin bout your casualties
Learn from mistakes, protect your family
Cause it's the year 2000