Down For The Count Feat Rah Digga And Xzibit Lyrics

Down For The Count Feat Rah Digga And Xzibit lyrics

Rah Digga] 

 Yeh, check it out now (uhh uhh uhh) 

 Rah Digga y'all, Dirty Harriet (uhh!) 

 Kweli, Xzibit, new millenium! (C'mon, check it) 

  

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 [Rah] Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah) 

 Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye 

 Blow the spot with some old school shit from junior high (HEYYY!) 

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 [Rah] Jersey's finest in the house, punchlines and metaphors 

 Make your foul ice grill, thug grimy on the real 

 Puttin heads to bed like Hennessey and NyQuil 

  

 [Rah Digga] 

 Convertible style, still had the heat knockin 

 Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin 

 Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these 

 You'll be suckin it down like fast food high-C's 

 Type of rap bitch that love underground classics 

 Gettin more green than that nigga St. Patrick 

 Makin wack rappers go and merc the set {*dial-up sounds*} 

 Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net 

 cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in 

 Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet 

 Dirty Harriet, increase the fanbases 

 Leavin non-writin cats stuck on the plantations 

 Mini-skirts with tights, eatin lunch with whites 

 Leave the party over here like they Israelites 

 Got Cali Brooks critics, Ta' Kwe'(??) Xzibit 

 Gonna rock shit down like he can't get no visits 

  

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 [T.K] Rock the whole world like the Rolling Stone tour (AH-AHHH!) 

 Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat 

 by a nervous terrorist who's so scared that his palms wet 

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 [T.K] The stuff legends are made of, urban folklore 

 Like Jim Morrison we break on through 

 Before I care about your take on me, we take on you 

  

 [Talib Kweli] 

 Yo, yo, yo 

 We bring it straight to your face from the start, yo 

 Rage Against the Machine, break it apart 

 Might be over your head, but it's straight from the heart 

 I show my love in the light while y'all hate in the dark 

 Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art 

 Givin niggaz battle scars, ALWAYS makin my mark 

 You fakin the part of gangster, til niggaz break in your spot 

 You straight bitch whether I say it or not 

 Shit is hot, spittin flames on the track 

 Put our town's names on the map 

 from now until we fadin to black 

 Where we at? Thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto 

 when the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly 

 Forever we stack notes like the treasury, flow heavenly 

 Get you high on speech laced with obscenity 

 Niggaz be gassed like Cipher Sounds, and need rescue remedy 

 then fall the fuck off like limbs affected with leprosy 

  

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 [x2z] Why the fuck can't MC's MC no more? 

 Hardcore til somebody put me under the ground 

 With a dick in your ear, still couldn't fuck with my sound 

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 [x2z] Takin me straight to the weed spot, then to the liquor sto' 

 "Gimme Some Mo'" like Busta Bus', who do you trust? 

 Swingin through, your favorite neighborhood lush 

  

 [Xzibit] 

 I'm i-rate, usin your body for live bait 

 Xzibit rockin them heavy gems you can't take 

 Dilate, cock back the weight, spread hate 

 Heavy metal we settle and set shit straight 

 Hit gates in my younger days, from the policeman 

 Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand 

 Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye 

 Find some chickens to fry, while you find it hard to stick to your lie 

 I see through the tricks, destroy the facade 

 Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God 

 Rah Digga, First Lady of the Flipmode Squad 

 Gotta be hard like a young nigga walkin the yard 

 For the first time, we ain't the niggaz you let shine 

 Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime 

 I'm an Alkaholik nigga so I finish the fifth 

 You at the front door bitchin because you ain't on the list 

  

 It's like 

 [All] One, two, three, four.. 

  

 Yeah (ohhhhhhh) hehehe (aight y'all, aight y'all..) 

 Yeah (here we go) 

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