Lax Lyrics - Weapons Of Mass Destruction - Xzibit

You better get ready for the war 

It's so frustratin', so many hatin' 

Somebody gon' make me break the law 

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin' 

You better get ready for the war 

A shotgun fanatic, who right back at it 

You get, mopped and dropped like a filthy habit 

X, snatch and grab it, got you hopin' I fail 

'Cuz if I fail you'd be happy like a faggot in jail 

I'm full retail, guaranteed to sell 

In my jet black McClaren with my mademoiselle 

I'm strong arm steady, you fragile and frail 

You think you ready for them steady niggaz? I can't tell 

Sex sells so fuck you all, we came to bubble and ball 

You gettin' shut own soon as I touch down 

Bust rounds, enemies slayed and cut down 

Fully automatic spittin' rounds with no sound 

Break down your whole regime, like an M16 

Make sure the chamber in the barrel is clean 

And the spring that's connected to the firin' pin 

That's connected to the trigger when I squeeze it again, begin 

Dollar menus smell like shit 

Look ma top of the world, the best of the best 

King California, LAX 

Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects 

One man, one gun, how the West was won, sing 

It's so frustratin', so many hatin' 

Somebody gon' make me break the law 

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin' 

You better get ready for the war 

It's so frustratin', so many hatin' 

Somebody gon' make me break the law 

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin' 

You better get ready for the war 

Hit like a heavyweight, breathe deep, meditate 

Make the whole crowd get loud, make 'em levitate 

I ride through my city like a presidential candidate 

LAX, Phantom double R, and accelerate 

Stack build elevate, crash through the prison gate 

Generation hate, appetite to eliminate 

X Man don't spit rhymes, I ventilate 

Traffic contraband, yeah, banned through the interstate 

Got a sick flow, didn't know? Let me demonstrate 

Renovate the game, new nigga that you love to hate 

The left hand lands and the right hand devastates 

Half part of your face replaced with a metal plate 

Irate, get snatched to a better place 

Let the detached decorate with the yellow tape 

Detonate, drop bombs, make the earth shake 

In Brazil with a half mill' in the briefcase 

Look ma top of the world, the best of the best 

King California, LAX 

Out the hood, in the penthouse, from the projects 

One man, one gun, how the West was won, sing 

It's so frustratin', so many hatin' 

Somebody gon' make me break the law 

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin' 

You better get ready for the war 

It's so frustratin', so many hatin' 

Somebody gon' make me break the law 

But I ain't waitin', there's no escapin' 

You better get ready for the war 

You better get ready for the war