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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Xzibit
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Alvin Joiner
Komponist:in
Jesse West
Komponist:in
George Clinton
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Xzibit
Co-Produzent:in
Jesse West for ICU Productions
Produzent:in
Richard "Segal" Huredia
Ingenieur:in
Songteksten
[Verse 1]
Yeah, and so it was written and after all these things
I saw another angel come down from Heaven
Having great power and the earth was lightened with his glory
And he cried mightily with a strong voice
Saying, "Babylon the great has fallen"
Has fallen and become the habitation of devils
And the home to every foul spirit and a cage
Of very unclean and hateful men, yeah
[Verse 2]
What you see is what you get now
Xzibit never wait around for no kick down got my own shit loud
Shot heard around the world
Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple
(Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
To make things simple, my existence is a ripple through time
Only concerned with what is mine, divine (Yeah)
Never monkey-shine, walkin' down a very thin line
Holdin' heat, runnin' crazy in the streets, yeah (What's up?)
Plus the company I keep put in overtime while you oversleep (Uh)
Don't wanna see none of this evil I speak (Yeah)
Around the atlas, cume la matra, to super actress
You all get close-lined and pinned to the mattress (Yeah)
All day, every day, every which way
Who say you can't have your cake and eat it too? (Fuck you)
Yeah, this is hard time on planet Earth for what it's worth (Yeah, yeah)
Xzibit stay in rotation without rehabilitation like this
[Verse 4]
Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday all day (Yeah)
Shot callers even high rollers keep it movin'
[Verse 5]
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah
[Verse 6]
And what you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam I feel right at home, and that's the real shit
[Verse 7]
Yeah, you got more than you bargained for, hit the floor
I pull a fast one to let you know today could be your last one, black
Take your breath like an asthma attack
Just a slave like Flavor Flav, you're blind to the facts (Yeah, yeah)
Mr. X to the Z, tha Liks and King Tee
Guaranteed to bring the house down naturally (Yeah)
**** knowin' No Limits like Master P
Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see (What?)
A whole different breed of emcee (Yeah)
Realize it's you against me
Catch a 360 degree roundhouse to the mouth right
And like the sun, make the hot shit shine bright
I'm feelin' like my whole life is a green light never turn red
'Cause I strike like a rattlesnake, lock like a dread (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
**** wanna bump heads but they better off dead (What?)
Came crashin' through the door like the feds, bring it
[Verse 8]
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, feel right at home, bring it
[Verse 9]
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, feel right at home, and that's the reals
[Verse 10]
The year everybody start to rush
Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush
I cracked your bottle then watch how Xzibit bust
I regulate like a killer with a nickel plate, I set it straight (Yeah)
Start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, construction work
Heavy artillery put your dick in the dirt
Stay alert, the game is rough so you might get hurt
Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt
Get cut from the belly up (What?)
I break the chain, fast lane, suck my sugar cane (Yeah, yeah)
I'm tryin' to spark a **** brain while you entertain trivial things
Material things protected by the underground kings
Who rule the land with an iron fist, the Men in Black (Hey)
If we flash can't remember shit (Sorry)
You cross me I'll make you pay like the government
I wanna kill Sam because my package came short 12 grams
Get the picture?
[Verse 11]
Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers
Willies, thugs, ballers, busters
Gangstas, macks, everyday all day
Shot callers even high rollers keep it movin'
[Verse 12]
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam I feel right at home (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 13]
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, feel right at home, bring it (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 14]
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, feel right at home (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 15]
What you see is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam, feel right at home, motherfuckers
Written by: Alvin Joiner, George Clinton, Jesse West