Fuckin` You Right lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Fuckin` You Right



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Xzibit talkin)
Listen to this, I'm just tryna
do this for us
You know what I'm sayin, you
scream at the top of your fucking lungs
Yeah,
I'm just tryna do this hard work and get this
good between us baby, yeah

Look, Samantha,
Loraine, Monica, Veronica
Veronica, she treated
my dick like a harmonica
How you think I
learned how to twist it and turn
Ya back until
it's broke, make you feel it in your throat
It
was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole
Had me
fuckin while I was drivin on cruise
control
Can't wait to get it home and teach it
all to you
Look I'm just tryna be the best, I'm
doin it all for you
You know that thing with
the peanut butter
My Brooklyn bitch said fuck
untyin the ropes,
it's faster with a box
cutter
I know you love the way I'm diggin you
out
But always wanna fuckin aruge so let's
figure this out
I'm just tryna make you happy
bitch
Who's there for you anytime you get in
the mood for suckin a dick
I took the time out
to find out what ya like
You bust fifteen nuts,
wanna get up and fight
So
look

(Chorus)
You should thank of all
the bitches that I have in my life
All the
experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you
right
Never took time to see it and
plus
All you thinkin 'bout is yourself, I'm
thinkin for us
You love the way I beat it down
when I come in the house
And all in ya mouth,
the bedroom, kitchen and couch
You should
thank all of the bitches that I have in my
life
All the experience I'm gettin got me
fuckin you right

It was Gina, Julie,
Renee, Ty and Tammy
Made me spend some extra
days in Miami
Candy, Trisha, Prescilla,
Melissa
Showed X to the Z it's better with
three
Who could fuck your ass better than me
(pssst)
I think not, hard knock the cock,
welcome to my sweat shop
I pick locks made by
NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day
You could say I
didn't do this shit
Unsatisfied bitches gotta
go out and chase the dick
And that's just not
the thing to do
So I learn new shit from the
next bitch and teach it to you
Now don't you
love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah)
When
we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell
yeah)
The way I hit it when I pump it baby
(hell yeah)
And don't I spit it when I bust it
baby (hell yeah)

(Chorus)

I insist
that we fuckin on videotape
Just incase a
bitch lose face and try and call rape
If you
know somethin that might excite up our late
night
Got an open invite to lay us a
pipe
Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and
tight
I'll go from all night 'til the sun turn
bright
Two wrongs don't make it right bitch,
no need to cheat
(Pussy just a piece of meat,
another means to eat)
Big Tray D told me that,
as a matter of fact
You only tell me that you
love me when you're flat on your back
You
wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is
hurt
Why am I the only one that's tryna make
this work

(Chorus)
(Tray D talking to
fade)