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Yeah, ladies and gentleman  Broadcasting live to you and yours  It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit  Yeah, bounce it  Come on  The first day of the rest of my life  X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike  Y'all keep the spotlight  I'm keeping my rhymes tight  Lose sight of what you believe  And call it a night  This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit  That you're used to  Teflon territory you just can't shoot through  You gon shoot who? (Who?)  Not even on your best day  Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up  Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a fuck  Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut  Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup  Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze  Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities  Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities  Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range  Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange  (X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound  (X) Won't even say your own name when I come around  (X) Stay on top but remain from the underground  (X) to the Z and we all in the family    Ever since Xzibit has spit, been on some pimp shit  Approach every woman like a potential mistress  Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight  Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife  Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa  I run it through and money come out  Runnin' your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house  Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch  Now you know that it was bound to happen  I came to give you what you lackin'  Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin  Rockin' chains, stadium, paladiums, cracked craniums  My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium  Drop tops sittin' on twenties  Using rappers like crash test dummies  Stackin' real estate and money  It's funny how things change overnight  When you thinking right  I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife  Chorus (2x)    What an event?  We hardcore 100%  Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents  The real deal, how does it feel?  No special effects  Yank the chain off of your neck  Demand the respect  Now all your conversations sound strange to me  It be like everybody around me done changed but me  I stand alone on my own two feet  Stagger tracks, strangle the beat  Restless no time for sleep  Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet  It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend  Straight to the chair  (Not these niggas again)  Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in  I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless  Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious  Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle  Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM  Chorus (2x)    [Snoop Dogg]  So there you have it  A-B-C D-P-G-C  X to the motherfuckin' Z  Mr. Xuberant, Mr. Xtravagant  Xtrodinary, Mr. Xalata  X 'em with a little bit of Xtasy  X-ing a bitch out if you tryna test a g  And what's the recipe?  Xcalibur weaponary  And we shoot Xceptionally  That there is hot  X marks the spot?  Fuck naw, X spots the marks  Xclamation point niggas