Loud Clear lyrics

Artist  : Defari 
Song : Loud Clear



 Send "Loud Clear" Ringtone to your Cell 

 [xzibit]
Yeah..
Addicted to life, had to pay a heavy-ass price
Sacrifice worth waitin on the platinum and ice
I’m precise with the merchandise, came back
like christ
To change the game, while y’all niggaz remain
the same
Clear the lane, comin through like kobe, you
can’t hold me
You can’t stop me, ever since I dropped
"paparazzi"
I done watched the game unfold into some hideous
shit
Like every idiot that can spit be droppin a hit
I transmit for the convicts, committed, never
bullshitted
Shadowbox, detox, my own worse critic
It’s like tryin to squeeze water from rocks
I negotiate the neighborhood stops and clean your
clock with a glock
Sick of niggaz screamin they hot, but really they
not
Beatin you all to the ground like six l.a. cops
Put your fist up in the air if you ever been
shot
And lived to tell about it, never leavin home
without it, c’mon

[chorus: butch cassidy]
There’s no one out there, for us, to fear
I’ll say it loud and clear..
Who can say they’re close, to us
Speak now and you’ll be brought, to tears

[king tee]
They probably saw me on the 91 east, gettin off
on central
With the rag back, lookin like life’s so
simple
Tela take a loss, still floss, all bets
If trife can’t cover the house, call x
Likwit crew brothers, blues brothers
Move somethin, make killers do somethin,
f’real
The bit*h-made often politic with the skill
Now shit’s all twisted, unlisted
Guns fixed it, best not speak about the likwit
We gifted, twenty-four hours and still lifted
(*x*: bit*h keep your vagina) we drunk and
ain’t interested
Bit*hes come a dime and a dove, we ain’t
trippin it
Standin at the bar, soft-styled in the cut
"ooh, boo wait, I think you had too
much!"
Bit*h what?  act right and pour it in a cup
The west and eastside keep smokin them blunts,
niggaz

[interlude: butch cassidy]
Let’s get with it, I was born to trip
Stay on the lookout, ain’t no time to slip
We ain’t for games and shit
Change your spot, cause we’re known to dip
No time for chasin hoes
I’m on a mission cause my cash is low
There’s no need to speak on those
Doggy rags are the gangsta’s clothes

[defari]
There’s two sides of my family, both sides from
the ghetto
Pops finnish choco-late, moms mississippi yellow
Caramel, cherokee black man, with a pedigree of
excellence
Together we rise, no time for seperateness
My grandfather snake was a jake, or a jack
Of a smack to a bird who don’t know how to act
Straight hustler, mississippi moonshine smuggler
Good ol’ wrangler in his day with that attitude
of "f**k ya"

[xzibit]
Built to run forever, x the infinite
First line of defense to smash through the
immigrants
Can’t straddle the fence, it’s all or nothin
Close the curtain, shut down your whole
production
Don’t be scared, be prepared, niggaz do be
bustin
Without thinkin; I mastered the art of hard
drinkin
Yo, you wanna stop the x, try your best
I’m still f**kin with your pockets like the
irs, so yo

[chorus]

[butch cassidy]
Gather all around, to see
How we display our vicious skills
I done seen and heard, enough
Let’s prove the west coast is for real

.. speak now and you’ll be brought to tears ..