Hit And Run Lyrics

Hit And Run lyrics

J-Ro] 

 I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly 

 Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly 

 Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door 

 I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four 

 Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke? 

 The whole club was filled with the indo smoke 

 E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin 

 I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin 

 So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin 

 Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in 

 Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep 

 Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep 

  

 [E-Swift] 

 Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall 

 Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol 

 Starin at your chest, and I can only guess 

 Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress 

 Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice 

 Stick around and watch us rock the mic device 

 She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled 

 I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble 

 It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at 

 She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back 

 No sweat, I'll go out and get em 

 Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em 

 Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin 

 Got the three hoes in the front row chillin 

 That's how it be when you play high post 

 Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost 

  

 [Xzibit] 

 This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week 

 It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back 

 Coolin at the crib one day 

 I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour 

 I finally ask her can a nigga come through 

 She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool, I'm still comin over" 

 I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe 

 Ice cold, forty down in the freezer 

 And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her 

 How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer 

 An hour later I was breakin her off 

 in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in 

 I got up and then I washed my shit 

 Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split 

 Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect 

 Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check 

  

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 All I really wanna do 

 Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through 

 All I really wanna do 

 Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash 

  

 [J-Ro] 

 I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray 

 the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day 

 That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner 

 Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina 

 Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass 

 I said my name is big game all in her face 

 I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth 

 Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth 

 I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it 

 Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet 

 She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah! 

 Just let me know the time and I'll be there" 

 I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake 

 Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake" 

 We got to the place I started stuffin my face 

 Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste 

 I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck 

 I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check" 

 And the next move, you might think it's tasteless 

 But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress 

  

 [Xzibit] 

 We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny 

 The shit bitches do for money 

 Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights 

 I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight 

 Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker 

 Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her 

 I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties 

 A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me 

 You're trippin."  Dip into the streets to chill 

 Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways 

 It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink 

 of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer 

 Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches 

 Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self 

 I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth 

 You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass 

  

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