Best Of Things Lyrics

Best Of Things lyrics

[Xzibit]
I was voted most likely to have a psychiatric evaluation
Let's
start the process of elimination
This dedication is for niggaz with the
green buddha
The bandula, six-shooter to your suit coolers
Now how this
feel? Cold black steel up in your grill
This hollow point lead gon' be your
last meal
Say your prayers, say your graces
Pieces of your face is found
in a hundred different places
Huh, so what we lookin like? We tryin to see
some hoes to fuck tonight
and you just tryin to see the afterlife
Make a
decision before we have a head-on collision
makin me spend the rest of my
life in prison
See I can only play the cards I was given
Multiplication
division whatever you got to break mines off
like the U.S. government did to
Microsoft
Like Xzibit in some pussy with the lights turned off
It's
like

[Chorus]
I'm just livin to fulfill my dreams
I'm just tryin
to have the best of things
None of y'all can't take shit from me
Life's a
bitch she ain't fuckin for free
So I'ma ride til the wheels fall off
while
all the rest get weak and go soft
Your petite style, can get you beat
down
My heat's loud, have you huggin on the street
now

[Xzibit]
Niggaz keep askin me how does it feel
How does WHAT
feel? Not havin to scrape for a meal?
Not bein locked down to a fucked up
deal?
The biggest man in Los Angeles is not Shaquille
We had to reinvent
the wheel, draft new blueprints
Made a whole album, spent HALF what you
spent
then sent the rest to my people to invest wit it
Custom fitted, if
you want it nigga, come and get it
and I suggest you bring a million niggaz
runnin wit it
Split it, feel it, hit it it's hot, look
I ain't gon' stop
til everybody's shot
Muammar Khadaf's the dot, X mark the spot
with an
infrared to your head, left for dead
Fuck the feds, flee the country then
grow some dreads (ya mon)
I suggest you keep your distance, for instance,
the same distance
it takes to get to the next solar system,
motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Xzibit]
Strike one, when a nigga talkin
shit with his hands
Strike two, gettin caught in the wrong place with your
pants down
Strike three, tryin to fuck with the D-O-double-G
D-R-E, or
any of my Alkaholik family
Huh, Xzibit turn your vital signs to a straight
line
Never seen a dog bite and bark at the same time
Restless, rugged,
never relaxed
Permanently owe you motherfuckers backs like tax
Baseball
bats and breaks upside of your head
Homey STILL gettin swoll off water and
bread
I got this, retaliation, for any situation I'm facin
and leave the
stage with a standin ovation, it's like

[Chorus]