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	Artist: Xzibit Song Title: What You Can't C Album: Weapons Of Mass Destruction (UK Version)
[Hook - repeat 2X] Let me roll somethin' witcha Let me smoke somethin' witcha Let me light this up Let me blow somethin' withca [Verse 1] Mr X to the Z dog, I had to do it Locked the game down like Martha Stewart Like a big bodied Mercedes, get into it This ain't no luck of the draw, I'm supposed to do it They say we're in the last days so I stay with the bottle And stay swingin' for the fifths like its no tomorrow Make a n** trade hard like I'm custom model Each one, teach one, we gonna lead, so follow Nz soft like avocado, trying to hold bravado My tips be hollow, some real hard st to swallow It's the S.A.S express don't get caught on the tracks We got no brakes we just break backs We came in broke, now we got to leave with the whole stack Get slapped get smoked like a dope sack Cannabis and cheeba on the block with a heater Like if I can't sell mine, y'all can't neither [Chorus] You can read me in the magazines Or watch me on the TV screen If you ever tryin' to take for me That's gon' be the last day you breath Nobody here rides for free You fkin' with a real O.G I stick 'n move like a young Ali You can't hit what you can't see.... (me, me) [Hook] Let me roll somethin' witcha Let me smoke somethin' witcha Let me light this up Let me blow somethin' withca [Verse 2] To all my nz drinkin' Cool-O Gettin' bent in prison Watchin' the game, they can't stop us from livin' I was givin' the direction but I never took it The path was crooked and cracked so I learned to cook it It's the black ?, the world on his back Animal instinct, adjust to my habitat Any situation, react You get manhandled and slapped down, mean not fkin' around I think big like the heart that rests in my chest Fk punk motherfkers that pray for my death N**z want me to show love, but ain't none left Won't speak no names, I won't waste my breath Got too much stamina, too much energy Strengthen capabilities to crush my enemies And that feelin' brings me peace and tranquility Real estate, power, sports cars in Italy [Chorus] You can read me in the magazines Or watch me on the TV screen If you ever tryin' to take for me That's gon' be the last day you breath Nobody here rides for free You fkin' with a real O.G I stick 'n move like a young Ali You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me) [Hook] Let me roll somethin' witcha Let me smoke somethin' witcha Let me light this up Let me blow somethin' withca [Verse 3] Another n** like Xzibit just can't be found I eliminate dead weight slowin' me down Don't know how to back down only hold my ground Check the resume They just cock it and spray Ya'll nz just sloppy and gay, get hit with a K Stand trial for murder and lock me away Throwin' bows like Anthony Pillar For my foes, bullet hoes through ya clothes and that fake Chinchilla For all my nz in the hustle, celebrate ya life Fking Bush administration tryin' to take your life X man exchange the data, hate the hater Hit the earth so hard leaving cracks and craters N**z wanna spend money on hats and gaters Hoes in Vegas they gotta have chrome and dames But don't wanna do a third of the work I built an empire from dirt I put you in a world of hurt...fker!!! [Chorus] You can read me in the magazines Or watch me on the TV screen If you ever tryin' to take for me That's gon' be the last day you breath Nobody here rides for free You f**kin' with a real O.G I stick 'n move like a young Ali You can't hit what you can't see...(me, me)