- Votes:
- Composers:
- Anthony Hamilton
- Roosevelt Harrell
- Alvin Joiner
 
- Tags:
- west coast rap
- westsieeed
 
- See also:
Xzibit - The Gambler lyrics
Yeah c'mon welcome yeah huh
 There's plenty of room for everybody man
 Yeah bangin' come on yeah look
 Huh, stay in my lane like a hustla never hate a motherfucker
 Tolerate a motherfucker to a certain extent
 When it's on, it's over don't get no chance to get popping
 Forgotten about you before your body cold in a coffin
 Just another failed attempt, you fall through the cracks
 Sure as God made man, the first man was black
 The Black man made pyramids and gangsta rap
 That's all I know, 'cuz poppa didn't raise no rats
 Face the facts not the fiction
 I build my empire from a pocket full of stones and a fifth of ambition
 Niggas wanna ball but they never wanna listen
 So instead of coming up, they just, come up missin'
 My mission is to hit with precision, shake whole continents
 Crush niggas' confidence, expose my dominance
 Without no conflict, you'll never have progress
 I'm sending this one out to all the neighborhoods and projects, I'm a
 One shot gambler two shot gambler
 Three time felon with that itch for dough
 These madd street got me puffin' on dro'
 I'm guilty tryna make a living
 Thirty eight albums and still no dollars
 And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?
 These madd street got me puffin' on dro'
 I'm guilty for tryna make a living
 Bitch I ain't tryna holler at you
 I'm just wanna smoke, drink, fuck and toss a couple dollars at you
 I'm fightin' dirty, I'll take thirty of you motherfuckers
 I'm throwing cheap shots, low blows and sucker punches
 I'm not for the games, I'm not in the mood
 Not to be confused with dudes that fumble and lose
 Xzibit move when I hear opportunity knockin'
 But I'm a shoot straight through the door if you comin' with problems
 It's too crowded at the bottom, too lonely at the top
 Ain't no in between, trust me, like it or notXzibit - The Gambler - http://motolyrics.com/xzibit/the-gambler-lyrics.html
 We gon' be here forever like cops and roaches
 Do not approach us, ferocious, we pop them toasters, nigga
 I'm a have to hit the block, then around to my hoes
 I got a haze, two trays, and a change of clothes 'cuz
 Pimpin' ain't easy y'all, it's too sleazy
 Too greasy and I can't take it easy
 One shot gambler two shot gambler
 Three time felon with that itch for dough
 These madd street got me puffin' on dro'
 I'm guilty tryna make a living
 Thirty eight albums and still no dollars
 And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?
 These madd street got me puffin' on dro'
 I'm guilty for tryna make a living
 Every time I try to get out
 I get dragged right the fuck back in, it's like I'm never gon' win
 Nigga got the whole world on his back
 Overreact, matter fact we act like when animals attack
 I know, pussy sells faster than crack, ambassador rap
 Twist back your salary cap, who fuckin' with that?
 Welcome to the X games, enjoy my pain
 Inhale my smoke, it's hard not to cough or choke
 Motorola nigga up the old fashion way
 This ain't rap, this is shit that I was born to say
 Though lately I been having dillemas, with insignificant niggas
 And half' ass rappers that think they can get it
 We the golden state, we keep the whole thing bouncing
 Y'all move units, we move mountains
 Y'all rap for bullshit, tryna be on TV
 We seen you, now we don't like Chandra Levy, I'm a
 One shot gambler two shot gambler
 Three time felon with that itch for dough
 These madd street got me puffin' on dro'
 I'm guilty tryna make a living
 Thirty eight albums and still no dollars
 And you wanna know why I hit the block for mo'?
 These madd street got me puffin' on dro'
 I'm guilty for tryna make a living









