Loud And Clear lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Loud And Clear



 Send "Loud And Clear" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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



There's no one out there for us to fear

I'll say it loud and clear

(Yeah, we ain't scared of nothin' y'all
motherfuckers)

Who can say they're close to us

Speak now and you'll be brought to tears



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 bitch 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

Bitch keep your vagina, we drunk and ain't
interested

Bitches 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"

Bitch what? Act right and pour it in a cup

The West and Eastside keep smokin' them blunts,
niggaz



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



There's two sides of my family, both sides from
the ghetto

Pops Finnish chocolate, moms Mississippi
yellow

Caramel, Cherokee black man, with a pedigree of
excellence

Together we rise, no time for separateness



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
to fuck ya



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 fuckin' with your pockets like the IRS,
so yo



There's no one out there for us to fear

I'll say it loud and clear

(Yeah, we ain't scared of none a you
motherfuckers)

Who can say they're close to us?

Speak now and you'll be brought to tears

(Front line all the time, motherfuckers)



Gather all around, to see

How we display our vicious skills

(You guys spinnin' after spinnin' after rhyme
spinnin')

I done seen and heard enough

Let's prove the West Coast is for real



Speak now and you'll be brought to tears