Hit & Run (part Ii) Lyrics - At The Speed Of Life - Xzibit

Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me 

Allo?, Hello, Xzibit?, Yeah, yeah, what's up? 

Hold on one second, okay?, Alright 

Xzibit?, Hey, what's up?, It's Ron, Hightower 

Ah, what's up, dude, what's going down? 

Hey, nigga, it ain't nothing but a party 

Yo, shit, it's going down?, Hey, let me tell you something 

I got some ladies over here, you know 

Hi, Xzibit, What's up?, Hehe, see what I'm saying 

They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit 

But listen why don't you do this, when you're done over there 

Why don't you come here and shit, you know what I'm saying? 

That way they can tell you hello in person 

Ah, alright, you want me to bring you something 

Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest 

You know what I mean? 

Yeah, yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute 

Peace, Alright 

It's a lazy Sunday night, Xzibit posted at the lab 

Getting high as a kite, proceed to roll the light 

It's real tight in a paper, Philly Blunts I don't need 

It might fuck off the taste of this bomb ass weed 

My nigga Tango and Breeze 

Came through, we blaze a few 

Together bored as fuck, niggas down for whatever 

Break left from the bomb, phone call from Ron Hightower 

Shower at his crib in a hour 

All the women involved drop drawers 

Don't say nothing, just a lotta nutting 

Fucking plus dick sucking 

Goddamn, who was that? Half black with the fat ass 

Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass 

(For me) 

My name's Xzibit, I ain't trying to spit game 

Just tell me your name and the proportions of your frame 

(38, 26, 32) 

That's right 

Xzibit now has it popping on Sunday night 

I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes 

All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes 

I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes 

All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes 

You knew the game and you still ended up on your back 

Bitches get laid like tracks, break it down like that 

With stacks of prophylactics 

Got ill tactics just to get you on the mattress like yo 

With minimal conversation, no time wasting 

Only hard penetration, getting shiners on recliners 

Cumming in your faces, stop, get on top 

I take your mind different places 

Won't be satisfied 'til I hit every race 

Color and creed in deed 

All I need is weed a fly steez 

Who ain't afraid to take the lead 

A little dirt on your knees 

Looked over, saw Breeze 

Laid out on the couch, about to let it all out 

Nigga, that's the kinda shit that I'm talking about 

I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes 

All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes 

I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes 

All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes 

I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes 

All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes 

I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes 

All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes