Yeah, ladies and gentleman

Broadcasting live to you and yours

It's Mr. X to the Z, Xzibit

Yeah, bounce it

Come on

The first day of the rest of my life

X stand behind the mic like Walker Kronkike

Y'all keep the spotlight

I'm keeping my rhymes tight

Lose sight of what you believe

And call it a night

This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit

That you're used to

Teflon territory you just can't shoot through

You gon shoot who? (Who?)

Not even on your best day

Rollin' the Wild West way, givin' it up

Leavin' the whole world stuck not givin' a fuck

Laid in the cut now we break through in the rut

Hennesy and Orange Juice baby fill up a cup

Quick to grab Mary Jane by the butt and squeeze

Loosen up, let your hair down, and join the festivities

Overcrowd the house like lockdown facilities

Bitches be quick to give me brains while I post the range

Going up and down my dick like the stock exchange

CHORUS:

(X) Rearrange the whole game with my rugged sound

(X) Won't even say your own name when I come around

(X) Stay on top but remain from the underground

(X) to the Z and we all in the family

(2x)

Ever since Xzibit has spit, been on some pimp shit

Approach every woman like a potential mistress

Shine bright, make sure that X stay tight

Cause tonight I might meet my next X wife

Mr. Big Chief Reefa, Xzibit use his dick like a Visa

I run it through and money come out

Runnin' your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house

Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the couch

Now you know that it was bound to happen

I came to give you what you lackin'

Whenever you hear them other niggas rappin

Rockin' chains, stadium, paladiums, cracked craniums

My whole skeleton is dipped in titanium

Drop tops sittin' on twenties

Using rappers like crash test dummies

Stackin' real estate and money

It's funny how things change overnight

When you thinking right

I beat the odds like Ike beat on his first wife

CHORUS (2x)

What an event?

We hardcore 100%

Making it stick, Los Angeles proudly presents

The real deal, how does it feel?

No special effects

Yank the chain off of your neck

Demand the respect

Now all your conversations sound strange to me

It be like everybody around me done changed but me

I stand alone on my own two feet

Stagger tracks, strangle the beat

Restless no time for sleep

Niggas be weak, I'm concrete like Bejamin Greet

It's a very thin line between a foe and a friend

Straight to the chair

(Not these niggas again)

Come back, bounce in the spot and slide right in

I ain't trying to see nothing but progress, regardless

Home of the heartless, move right, remain cautious

Represent nothing but the hustle and struggle

Hennesy, rock plenty of ice, making a double, now SCREAM

CHORUS (2x)

[Snoop Dogg:]

So there you have it

A-B-C D-P-G-C

X to the motherfuckin' Z

Mr. Xuberant, Mr. Xtravagant

Xtrodinary, Mr. Xalata

X 'em with a little bit of Xtasy

X-ing a bitch out if you tryna test a g

And what's the recipe?

Xcalibur weaponary

And we shoot Xceptionally

That there is hot

X marks the spot?

Fuck naw, X spots the marks

Xclamation point niggas

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