Up Out The Way Lyrics - Napalm - Xzibit

I'm in my 7 deExplainuce kelis with the slappin' bat 

With the slappin' bat, with the slappin' bat 

I got that rag top Impala with the French blue back 

With the French blue pack, with that French blue 

I got that rag top Impala with the French blue back 

Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do that 

Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed 

Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow 

Want me to take ya to the club and throw it on the ground? 

Instead I can't get by, fin this make you double girl 

I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now 

Shake, what you gon shake the city? Clearly you are from outta town 

I made my scraper catch your paper on the turf 

Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts 

Better put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge 

The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! " 

Round up and raggel your ratchets 

Mad cause they given aside shit 

Fuck it, we keep it, we mack it 

Don't 'em nigga, wut's happenin'? 

What is it? Let's get 'em cracking 

Millions and millions reactin' 

Focused, no longer distracted 

Put it down, let's see you mack shit 

[Hook] 

I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga) 

I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga) 

I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga) 

I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga) 

Stacking money to the ceiling, getting paid all day 

All day all day all day all day 

If you ain't tryna get it, better get up out the word 

Out the word out the word out the word out the word 

They gonna walk and they sleep and drash 

Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker burn 

The farm once you came here when it was my turn 

Everybody up in here spazzin' 

Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy 

Everybody tipsy, feelin' hyper tripy 

My wrist real brisky icy 

Bitch man niggas don't like me 

'Cause their wife want me to pichy 

But only since 19-90 

Body body boom boom 

I'll be racoonin' 

Me and a few of my goonsie 

Alcohol consuming 

When I raisin' the grip, when these fin niggas 

About to hit you in the head 

Better pack astroclickers 

Niggas ain't playin' and it's really with this shit 

Ballin' like prowlin' 

I shoot a pimp, say it like stalvin 

All I hear is money countin' 

Thousands on thousands on thousands 

Relentless, put the pousie 

Look tall player, no jawsin' 

All about my allowance 

And the money countin' just countin' 

Sheesh but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets 

UFC front seats 

No salmon man, we feast 

[Hook] 

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the case 

Then let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of place 

I wanna hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the face 

While we vacate in the destination for motivation, ace 

Separate hundreds from 50's 

Ball it up, bring it all with me 

Call it an audible hit me 

I'm open, never forget me 

Down shit punchin' approachin' 160 

I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the city 

Pity you feelin' shitty 

It's 25 to life for this pushin' 

And spike off did anybody hit by a sniper 

Live the rest of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out 

Oh you can walk? Better keep walkin' or they could carry you out 

This is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing around me 

Too many 0's to count, I let these women surround me 

Jump off their clothes to give mouth 

But then they never confine me 

Holding unholy amounts 

Already showed you the route 

[Hook]