Hit & Run (part Ii) Lyrics

Hit & Run (part Ii)

[Intro]:

[Hightower]: Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for
me.
[Xzibit]: Allo?
[Girl]: Hello, Xzibit?
[Xzibit]: Yeah, yeah,
what's up?
[Girl]: Hold on one second ok?
[Xzibit]:
Alright
[Hightower]: Xzibit?
[Xzibit]: Hey, what's up?
[Hightower]:
It's Ron, Hightower.
[Xzibit]: Ah, what's up dude, what's goin'
down?
[Hightower]: Eh nigga, it ain't nothin' but a party!
[Xzbibit]:
Yoo! shit it's goin' down?
[Hightower]: Hey, let me tell you something.
I
got some ladies over here, you know...
[Girl]: Hi Xzibit!
[Xzibit]:
What's up?
[Hightower]: 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
[Xzibit]: Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you
somethin'
[Hightower]: Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the
rest
You know what I mean?
[Xzibit]: Yeah yeah, alright, I'll be over
there in a minute.
[Hightower]: Peace!
[Xzibit]: Alright

[Verse
One]:

[Xzibit]:
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
[For
me]
My name's Xzibit
I aint' tryin' to spit game
Just tell me your
name
And the proportions of your frame
[38-26-32]
That's
right
Xzibit now has it poppin' on Sunday night

[Chorus]: (2x)
I
don't wanna save 'em
Pay em' or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is
try to fuck these hoes

[Verse Two]:

[Rass Kass]:
You knew the
game
And you still ended up on your back...

[Xzibit]:
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
[girl
moaning in background]
With minimal conversation
No time wastin'
Only
hard penetration
Gettin' shiners on recliners
Cummin' in your
faces
Stop! Get on top
I take your mind different places
Won't be
satisfied till I hit every race
Color and creed in deed
All I need is
weed a fly steez
Who ain't afraid to take the lead
A little dirt on your
knees
Looked over saw Breeze
Laid out on the couch about to let it all
out
Nigga that's the kinda shit that I'm talkin' about

[Chorus]:
(4x)
I don't wanna save em'
Pay em' or buy clothes
All we really wanna
do
Is try to fuck these hoes