U Know What's Up (rap Remix) Lyrics - Xzibit

[Xzibit] 

X to the Z, huh, c'mon 

I ain't the type that catches the most of your feelings 

Plus your sexual healing is very appealing, I'm ready and willing 

Time to expose the handcuffs and lock you up 

You will find every desire when the X man touch 

She said she like them rough and I was right up her alley 

Drop the top, hit the switch, bounce the trial 

Got it together, kind of women I keep 'em forever 

Here's a trip, how your skin tone is matching my leather 

Yeah, your friends player hate and said you can do better 

You in love with a thug, saying you down with whatever 

You know what's up with the long braids and Hennesey breath 

I love ya to death, relaxing with your head on my chest 

It's like 

[Donell Jones] (Xzibit) 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Yeah, say what, say what, say what) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Yeah, girl you know what's up) 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(It's like, say what, say what, say what, bring it, yeah) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Girl, you know what's up, c'mon) 

[Donell Jones] 

Hit the block with the system bumpin' 

All the fly ladies start jockin' 

Got the rims on the Benzo glossin' 

While stopped on the road, we flossin' 

That's the way that we flow 

Smoked up with the tint down low 

'cause you and your girls wanna go 

Pimp-house suite with me and some mo' 

[?] 

So, what's it gon' be? You gon' roll wit' me? 

C'mon, take a lil' trip down and blow wit' me 

I got a few chips, you could blow wit' me 

Oh, and I got a girl, shh, keep that on the low for me 

Yo, shorty, if you drive, I let you push the five 

We could take a ride, shit, it's nice outside 

I figure we could cruise, kick it and hit the spot 

Call Donell 'cause he got mad pull at the Mariot, yeah 

[Donell Jones] 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

I'm checkin' out you and your ladies 

Twenty-ones on the drop top Mercedes 

You down the block lookin' faded 

Niggas be all talk but they just hate playin' 

I'm feelin' you 'cause you look lovely 

Watchin' your body in the back, from the bubbly 

Checkin' down your neck real slow 

If you don't wanna tell, keep it on the low 

[Pharoahe Monch] 

It was all too prevalent 

The evidence was that she can't fuck you 

Miss you like she miss the rain, boo 

Black gange, you represent me like the girls with bangoos 

Sexually and mangling me from every angle, strangle me, hot shit 

Beat you the way dick tangle 

Oh, what a web we weave,let me untangle at the strangler 

Back off tour, rest assure 

Then we can get it on like dogs on all fours 

On the floor, say what? 

[Donell Jones] (Pharoah Monch) {Cuban Link} 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Ladies, rub on your titties) {Cuban Link, what} 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Pharoah Monch in the house, you get out) {Joey Crack, Terror Squad, baby} 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Ladies, rub on your titties) 

[Fat Joe] 

Yo, who that cat that rap the Bronx crazy? 

Fat motherfucker but still the broads chase me 

That never taste the pastry (Naw, my man lace me) 

But ask yourself what has he really done lately? 

See, I'm the type that take ya to new heights 

First-class flight to the Trinidad fights 

Ya ice be bling-blinging in all the pretty bright lights 

Front row, right besides where she see the fight 

[Cuban Link] 

Yo, you know what's up, I'm from the rugged to so pretty to fuck it 

Love it when honeys rub my stomach and play with my little puppet 

Ain't no kissing or hugging in public, bitches be buggin' 

I got it covered in shows, I give my hoes some Jim jugget 

I be clubbin' up in Jimmy's Cafe, just havin' fun 

If I ain't rubbin', I'm up in the VIP bookin' something 

With a gun in my waist just in case niggas be frontin' 

I'm just playin' it safe, these days I trust nuttin' 

That's what's up 

[Donell Jones] 

I got 'em all in head boys rockin' 

Second round and it no stoppin' 

Got it up with the Cristal poppin' 

Up and down with your body hoppin' baby 

Girl you know you got me buggin' 

Third round, it's about to get ugly 

She's puttin' on a show 

Talkin' no more, she's doin' a video 

[?] 

She said, "Whoa, say what, say what" 

Shush up then touch her from gut to butt 

Keep it hush, keep it, ?lick it up from trust? 

She loves this thrust, say what, say what 

Wanna kiss her, flip her, lick her 

With her shit's thicker, steppin' off my slippers 

Unzippin' my zippers quicker 

Penny-rate or the ripper 

Split up, skinny-dippin' 

Punanny, nanny, dun-daddah 

So what, you thicka nigga 

[Donell Jones] (Cuban Link) 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Uh, baby, dime lo que quiere) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Yeah, dime que tu necesita) 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Are you ready to get sweaty?) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Yeah, 'cause the rythm's gon' freak ya) 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Uh, baby, dime lo que quiere) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Yeah, dime que tu necesita) 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Are you ready to get sweaty?) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

(Yeah, 'cause the rythm's gon' freak ya) 

Ooh say what, say what, say what 

(Terror Squad, baby) 

Ooh girl you know what's up 

Ooh say what, say what, say what