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 - Composers:
 - Craig Sherrad
 - John Joiner
 
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Xzibit - Hit Run lyrics
?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)
 Xzibit - Hit Run - http://motolyrics.com/xzibit/hit-run-lyrics.html
 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








