Game Face Lyrics - Xzibit

I don't fuck around I'll break you down in the hours of h 

All these l.a times motherfucka's keepin the pace 

No need to pull strings things still get done 

To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs 

So xzibit never speak wit a false tounge 

Slid off like a handgun 

Tryin to build an empire to pass to my grandson 

I never like to talk business over the phone 

So either have love for the game or leave it alone 

Plus action speak louder than words 

And pussy move faster than birds 

So I gotta keep a gameface 

On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one 

Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun 

I keep it bangin to the end of the line 

When a rapper think his saggin style is fuckin with mine, it's divine 

'cause my family is harder than bricks 

Anything to keep it movin 'cause it's harder to hit 

Chorus: 

(ras kass) 

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine 

Keep it movin to the end of the line 

And action speak louder than words 

And pussy move faster than birds 

Gotta keep a gameface 

(xzibit) 

Only right I fuck wit you when you fuckin' wit mine 

Keep it movin to the end of the line 

And action speak louder than words 

And pussy move faster than birds 

Gotta keep a gameface 

Verse 2: ras kass 

Men must be either tramp or the crutch 

To regulate, relegate, delegate power, nigga touch something 

Trust no one and die dumping 

Drained ya battery you barely talking like teddy ruxpin 

See that's wassup, nigga I don't give a fuck 

Say some shit so nasty, it'll make little kim blush 

As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me 

To lay bullshit over this empty 

But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me 

I'm one-third black man, one-third jackie chan 

One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land 

Golden state warrior let my nuts hang like niggas in nooses 

While you givin groupies all your loochie 

I'm known for fucking hoochies in suskis 

And slippin ? ? ? ? ? ? ? 

Loved and feared, severe yet loved 

The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs 

So keep your, hand out your rectum 'cause you can't stop shit 

Don't rock shit, studio hustlers 

Claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith 

What part of the game is this 

Bonus round, give me the mic, the money 

The pussy in that order, the mortar over populated 

Get fucked and orally copulated 

And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology shit 

Can suck yo apology out my dick 

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Verse 3: 

(ras kass) 

This is for the black niggas, the yak sippers 

The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers 

I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets 

Sporting cleets, ain't nothing sweet 

(xzibit) 

I'm making rappers get they shit together 

Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin 

Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln 

And style so sick, the whole car start stinking 

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