Xzibit Harder (feat. The Golden State Project) lyrics

Ah, I don't wanna hear shit
Get off ya motherfucking ass
It's right now, right now, right here
And we bringing it to you live, come on
Golden state, what, come on, what bitch
New Shit! Ha, come on, yeah Ras Kass blaze that shit up
Xzibit, break it down slam it, jelly roll

Show me a bitch and I'm a slay her like Sarah Michelle Gell-ie
Rap star, trash tellies blow up my sprint celly
Dare me, I tongue Halle Berry's belly
Show her a monster's ball, fuck it you tell me

Platinum, heavy 22 inch perrelli's
Jelly, it gets so ugly it gets scary
Haters act like under-age hoes so what's really
Can't fuck wit' y'all, paging R.Kelly

Oh, if the shoe fits buy a matching shirt
Ya nothing take ya face and attach dirt
Catch me and my niggas wit' strick-9
Strictly constrict 9 triggas disfigure ya figure

Our figgas got bigger, niggas the same
Menace to society and y'all done made me Kane
Can't extort us faggot, you bust we bust
In God we trust but we paying at dusk, bitch

Don't you think this shit is for fun
Think before you reach for that gun
Look at all the shit that you started
You bring heat but we bring it harder

Yella, yizzel, shaft shizza-lean
Fuck what y'all talking about, this shit clean
That's why we filthy rich behind the scenes
Game spitters with helmets and shoulder pads on the hitters

Bullshit so far what this game sent
We here to burn it down, open bar entertainment
Taking the work clipping the clientele on raw
Lactose intolerant but I still sell

Game enough to mash on the coach like Sprewell
Don't salt there hoes flows ain't got that sea smell
Overstand under surveillance, Ben Savage

Can't come to the town terrorizing we been Laden

Been beat heavyweight beefs and went passage
Back to the blockmates and it's safe to unlock cakes
King sizzel makin' bank, shake the spizzle
We don't make it drizzle we rain in the G-state

Don't you think this shit is for fun
Think before you reach for that gun
Look at all the shit that you started
You bring heat but we bring it harder

Feel the adrenaline, feel the rush
The effects of the compound the ammo dump
Doc Dre, don't fuck with punks
We all thump like Maximus, stop fucking with us

Take a ride inside the home of hands-on hip-hop
Speak what you believe and hope you don't get shot for it
Ghetto poets, show it if you got one
A hot one, with ass and rap like a shotgun

I can write to the sound of the sunset
Smith and Wesson, I use words as a weapon
Gun sling my dreams I rain supreme
And fiend for the next challenge, knocking you off balance

Look, I been through the worst, avoided the hearst
Starving to death and dying of thirst
Here in the flesh, elope with the profoc
The answer, the solution, the remedy, the anecdote

Don't you think this shit is for fun
Think before you reach for that Gun
Look at all the shit that you started
You bring heat but we bring it harder

Don't you think this shit is for fun
Think before you reach for that gun
Look at all the shit that you started
You bring heat but we bring it harder

Bounce, bounce, bounce, yeah, Golden State