Rimz Tirez lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Rimz Tirez



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 [defari]
Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy
Playin stopped playin long time ago with childish
toys
It’s only men in here; deuce deuce inch
pirelli
And goodyear niggaz, sip malt liquor beer
They gave me sixth man of the year, came off the
bench for tha liks
Shot the lights out at the championship
Big chips, big trips, new fits, my money
clip’s
Full of green cheese, my other pocket got green
weed
Rap niggaz, we different individuals
Elevate the level of the music and the visuals
It’s do or die, I need a +priest+, call
+superfly+
Whatever we discuss when we meet’s between you
and i
I’m truly high, red-eyed for the red-eye
flight
Five hours, eight drinks, I rode all night, shit
Everyday, every night’s a saloon
Crime blitty, good bottle, million dollar tunes

[chorus: kokane]
Love when when you’re out there on the ave
When you’re down 24/7, niggaz don’t know the
half
My romeo’s step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scrapin the metal
I be coastin and be coastin, hittin three wheel
motion
With my rimz and tirez

[xzibit]
I ain’t never seen kevlar flesh (hell naw)
Y’all bit*h niggaz is flirtin and f**kin with
death
I was taught to stick with the right and work
with the left
Never love nothin, never turn snitch and confess
Got catch me in the heat of the act, and run the
risk
Of catchin three to the back, and try walkin with
that (yeah!)
I ain’t goin to the pen for shit, except to
snatch up
My loved ones to get loose and hop the fence
It ain’t hard to look hard, snatch up a
catalogue
Mad dog to niggaz that walk up your boulevard
(yeah!)
But one day, you gon’ feel it (what? )
I’m a firm believer in the theory if it bleeds,
I can kill it
A hit man for hire (yeah!) caught up in the
crossfire
The live wire, leak a nigga like a vampire
My empire roll rimz and tirez
Either get with us, forget us and get behind us,
muh’f**kers

[chorus]

[interlude]
Ride along, with my rimz and tirez
Side along

[goldie loc]
Mr. recycler (what? ) I’m lookin for a
sixty-two chevy
And she kinda bad, threw him six and I was
read’
(whatchu want me to do? ) to get spic and span
Man I’m glad you came and got me from that old
white man (good lookin)
He took me to a spot in long beach, hooked me up
with four pumps
(bzzt) but everybody in the hood can’t jump
(bzzt)
And I change colors when the sun hit me
Fix me up, now my owner wanna slang me for 50? 
Bling bling, now I belong to a japanese
And they was quick to throw me in the magazines
I make money (huh? ) I never broke down, fools
trippin
(check it out) how many cars you see in seoul on
streets dippin? 
(none) afraid to get that as* caught slippin
(why? )
For me it was an easy task
I kept an engine on my as* with heat under the
dash
Fool (peep game) I was born to lowride on rimz
and tirez, yeah

[chorus] - 2x

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