Loud Clear Lyrics - Singles - Defari

[xzibit] 

Yeah.. 

Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price 

Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice 

I'm precise with the merchandise, came back like christ 

To change the game, while y'all niggaz remain the same 

Clear the lane, comin through like kobe, you can't hold me 

You can't stop me, ever since I dropped "paparazzi" 

I done watched the game unfold into some hideous shit 

Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit 

I transmit for the convicts, committed, never bullshitted 

Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic 

It's like tryin to squeeze water from rocks 

I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your clock with a glock 

Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they not 

Beatin you all to the ground like six l.a. cops 

Put your fist up in the air if you ever been shot 

And lived to tell about it, never leavin home without it, c'mon 

[chorus: butch cassidy] 

There's no one out there, for us, to fear 

I'll say it loud and clear.. 

Who can say they're close, to us 

Speak now and you'll be brought, to tears 

[king tee] 

They probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off on central 

With the rag back, lookin like life's so simple 

Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets 

If trife can't cover the house, call x 

Likwit crew brothers, blues brothers 

Move somethin, make killers do somethin, f'real 

The bitch-made often politic with the skill 

Now shit's all twisted, unlisted 

Guns fixed it, best not speak about the likwit 

We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted 

(*x*: bitch keep your vagina) we drunk and ain't interested 

Bitches come a dime and a dove, we ain't trippin it 

Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut 

"ooh, boo wait, I think you had too much!" 

Bitch what? act right and pour it in a cup 

The west and eastside keep smokin them blunts, niggaz 

[interlude: butch cassidy] 

Let's get with it, I was born to trip 

Stay on the lookout, ain't no time to slip 

We ain't for games and shit 

Change your spot, cause we're known to dip 

No time for chasin hoes 

I'm on a mission cause my cash is low 

There's no need to speak on those 

Doggy rags are the gangsta's clothes 

[defari] 

There's two sides of my family, both sides from the ghetto 

Pops finnish choco-late, moms mississippi yellow 

Caramel, cherokee black man, with a pedigree of excellence 

Together we rise, no time for seperateness 

My grandfather snake was a jake, or a jack 

Of a smack to a bird who don't know how to act 

Straight hustler, mississippi moonshine smuggler 

Good ol' wrangler in his day with that attitude of "fuck ya" 

[xzibit] 

Built to run forever, x the infinite 

First line of defense to smash through the immigrants 

Can't straddle the fence, it's all or nothin 

Close the curtain, shut down your whole production 

Don't be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be bustin 

Without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard drinkin 

Yo, you wanna stop the x, try your best 

I'm still fuckin with your pockets like the irs, so yo 

[chorus] 

[butch cassidy] 

Gather all around, to see 

How we display our vicious skills 

I done seen and heard, enough 

Let's prove the west coast is for real 

.. speak now and you'll be brought to tears ..