Inside Job lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Inside Job



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 (intro: xzibit)
Mr. x to the z (who am i? )
M-m-m-mr. x (who am i? )
X to the to-the-to-the z
M-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z (yeah, yo)
M-m-m-m-mr. x-x-x to the z

(xzibit)
So it’s one fifteen in the mornin I’m comin
up, a hard day, serve
We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike
you roll
Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest
cuttin yayo
We had the rocks, my nigga late to pick it up
Get him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain’t
tryin to get stuck
So what the f**k is the hold up? 
("nigga sit your as* in the chair and I’ll
be right there")
Reminds me I gotta shake the spot
I got bit*hes in the hotel room ready for me to
bang cob weight (*knock*)
Yo, who is that man? 
("he wanna spend a couple of hundred,
(yeah), but he’ll be right back")
That’s when I shoulda got the heater
But I was too busy in the kitchen countin money
and takin shots at tequila
Started countin out twelve when it hit me
If you was rocksteady, you woulda came when the
c-note’s rang
Before I could yell out to lock the front
Niggas rushed in the front door with the gauge,
ready, duck
Bad enough I’m caught up in it, jacked, but
worst than that
I’m caught in the kitchen without the strap
("where the muh-f**kin sack homeboy?
")
Yeah, woulda killed terminators only d between us
is
A stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the
gauge to my chest
Took the money off the table and said ("yo,
where’s the rest of it nigga? ")
You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman
20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber
bands
Snatched the whole sh*t and broke out
I ran to the living room and got the heat from
under the couch
Smashed out into the middle of the street started
blastin
Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin
I thought I heard the homies just in time for the
action
Police hit the corner with they reds and
white’s flashin
These niggas rolled off with at least a cool
fifty
Ya, I’m in handcuffs on the ground and mad
cause the k-9 bit me
Shipped me off downtown for the bookin
Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn’t lookin
Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors
One at the door, another one askin questions
Stupid sh*t like: - "who was I shootin at?
"
Was it game related and where do they kick it at?

But I didn’t say sh*t I can tell from all the
people
Involved it was an inside job
But I’m the wrong nigga to rob, I’ll hunt you
down
f**k the money, I’ll take you off and accept
the loss
Set bail at fifteen g’s, no sweat
Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet
Homies come to set bail see, but that’s all
right
Since I’m already here i’ma spend the night

(outro: xzibit and another having a
conversation)
("hey, hey I need to use the phone
again") (*car horns*)
("ay, ay man") ("since when did
you start takin shoestrings and shit? ")
("man")
("ahhhh") ("do I look like I wanna
kill? ") ("ay man, f**k that")
("ay, look? ) ("i just need to use the
phone real quick man, eh, f**k it")
("aight, ay, let me get the top bunk")
("ay man, this, this, this blanket, this
blanket smell like urine man")

All right, you’re charged with public
intoxication
(all right, listen there’s a thousand people
down there who are drunk)
Okay, I understand that