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Fruit Punch Lyrics - Artist : Xzibit
[Brevi:]
Momma didn't raise no dummy Gimme all you want, can't take nothin' from me Big Bad Wolf tryna catch a lil' bunny Learned a long time ago the bears need honey I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect If you come from where I come from You know how we represent Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes [Xzibit (James Savage):] Comin' outside on you niggas I'ma west ride on you niggas I'ma get the OG's and the Bee Gees Better find a place to hide, 'cause we killas In my habitat with gorillas We could take it to the back, I should kill 'em (Nah, let me handle that, let me get 'em) (Nigga, we can lock up like the system) (You could call the police like a victim) (You a First 48 type of nigga, hit 'em) (Them tear ducts all teared up) (Didn't hesitate to tell on them niggas) (Take a break, it's only gon' get 'em) (If a mother fucker fake, he gon' get Godzilla) It's that pull-up, that bang-bang, we serial killers so we kill 'em [Brevi:] I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect If you come from where I come from You know how we represent Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes [Demrick:] Today, I got time for you niggas I'ma bottom line all you niggas I'm about mine, every single dime Goes to the money and the women I know you assumed you was winnin' I'm immune to your venom Pulled a nine from out the denim Ride a hit of good vodka and send God to get 'em [B-Real:] Never lookin' back, I move ahead (Yeah) Got another pack to move instead (Yeah) Livin' like a king, we get the bread (Yeah) Get away from me, we take your head (Yeah) We don't leave a clue, no residue (Yeah) Better have a few roll in with you (Yeah) In the four door with the four-four Goin' slow-mo, cocked and aimed at you [Brevi:] I'm zoned out, I'm fired up, I don't think I'm high enough I took two, got five left, I'm out of touch, I digress I truly don't give a fuck, 'cause I'm ice cold, no love I'm turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch Can't stand no crooked man, I can't stand no bitch Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect If you come from where I come from You know how we represent Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin' yes |
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