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About "Napalm" album:
This page contains lyrics from the album "Napalm" by Xzibit, which was released in 2012 and consists of 16 songs.
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I had the right to sublurr, because they ache one stick
I saw five to six million but, yo, that ain’t really shit.
It was supposed to be different, we were supposed to write out,
But tumach shot his girl, then shot himself in the mouth.
Then the steady game form very soon fell apart,
‘cause when you just doing all, the loyalty in your heart,
Slight catch a long hymn on all these niggers forgetting where they’re coming from
And they’re slowing down, wait a minute, what we’re running from?
This what we’re supposed to do, here’s where we’re supposed to be,
I hated MTV for trying to play me like a mockery.
1983
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[Hook]
We gon’ get fucked up
Enjoy the night, enjoy the night
We gon’ get fucked up
And that’s alright, that’s alright
Raised in the gutter, I’ma find a way
Everything is ok
Baby lift your cup up
Enjoy the night, enjoy the night
Enjoy The Night
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I was on the block picturing blocks at fifteen,
I remember underage drinking at sixteen,
Then my nuts in Cali banging at seventeen,
Now I got everything, bitch, I got everything.
My back was to the wall, visited all, after all, all I had was me
Just tenacity, so we all leave with a sense of sweet
Then everything I write around got a cotton seat,
Fuck y’all dry, saw off and done rapidly.
Partner, now let’s be honest, ain’t got no good intentions,
Everything
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Witness the downfall of men,
I wanna kill you for your land, I don't mean to kill the reactor.
Linking in Japan, I am here, got the gangsta for all your chain chains.
March to the heart beat of the city,
You only hear the drums when they audace and they see me.
You know what time it is? Flavor with a thousand checks, it's like the ice ring surrounds my neck
I never worry about the referee, the gate keepers keep him locked for me.
Push all to shallow, forever, always will be underground X to the motherfucker Z,
Fold it all for the money, can't team, where my gangstars at?
Hit the park, build at the car scene, blowing red everywhere, look how strong we are.
Gangsta Gangsta
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This is the long drop method it was supposed to be more humane
Measure your height and your weight to break your neck with your hand
Sometimes they use a shore drop or they use a crane
Either way the victim dies in agonizing pain
But if the calculations ain’t correct when the rope’s set
The rope will rip the head right off the motherfucker’s neck
My appointment at the gallows x emerging from the shadows
With a vendetta beetle who wanna battle
Man you gon’ get whipped in flaw shackle to an A-frame
Beaten full force until you can’t repeat your own name
I Came To Kill
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[Hook]
I'm sorry I met you
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry I killed you
I'm sorry I murked you
'Cause I'm all alone now nobody is with me
Nobody to threaten that they about come get me
I wish I could go back to where we began
I wish you was alive so I could kill you again
I wish we had more paths to cross
Killer's Remorse
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[Verse 1: Xzibit, King-T & Tha Alkaholics]
Never has it been so bright
Got a tail bitches, get outta my sight
Bitch, you blocking my light
I'm in Vegas front seat at the fight
I'm a alcoholic so you know I'm getting it right
Louis the 13th
Hennessy black when I'm thirsty
I like my liquor dark milk chocolate Hershey
But first we
Louis XIII
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[Hook]
So what's the meaning of like, what's the meaning of life
Man I don't know, I don't know
All I know is when I grab the microphone and let me up on this stage
Grand arsony 'cause I'm still in the show
What's the meaning of like, what's the meaning of life
Man I couldn't tell ya, I can't tell ya
All I know if you spend too much time without being refined
Then your life will be described as a failure
Meaning Of Life
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[Verse 1]
Maybe it's time I change religions on you turning christians
To a muslin, turn a buddhist to a christian
Tell 'em catholic Ronnie been it
Sipping red wine inside the pentagon
Writing sinister lines till all the ink inside my pen is gone
Jeremy Lee got the world watching ESPN
My sick porno obsession got me watching these lesbians
I'm a sick fucking psychotic master
The mic is my sword the booth is your casket
Movie
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[Verse 1]
Yeah, you thought that this was over
Thought you got away with murder
Watch me murder my deserters
This is congress secret service
Got your epirdermis calling
From the toxins in the water
Use the oxygen to slaughter
This is big business, baby, blood money bringing benefits
Still suffer from the ideology of Willie Lynch
Napalm
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[Verse 1:]
Introducin' the X-Man, phenomenal,
X-Files, the chronicle,
Aerostatical, nautical,
Magnificent beast.
Xzibit stick to the logic,
You can be bullish and rollick,
Yo ass will still get demolished,
Polished, and keeping’ a mulish.
My niggas eat like piranhas,
Phenom
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Something more, something more than faith,
Something more, something more than fairytales
Is a story of a little star, looking for a place to shine this life.
Touched in all the stray, but bound he pound his way.
And so he shines so bright in the sky.
I’m designed in oasis, wide open spaces,
But naked bitches having sexual relations.
Major operation, let me take conversations,
Sense of the intel, pay attention in detail.
Something More
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I’m heavy hearted, heavy headed, misunderstand it,
Try the permanent repercussions, I empty the cannon.
I’m addicted to ganja, roll it up in a wood,
Drink a gallon of heaty, throw it up with the hood.
Imma rhyme for my people, give my people a voice,
Never follow the leader, use the weapon of choice.
This is not an illusion, this is not a mirage,
Conversation with God, spilling my soul out.
I own assault weapons that fall down like Megatron
The iron mob, try better bombs, I’m better alone.
Spread It Out
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Sometimes it all just come together, you know?
I put my city on my back, now,
And push the haters in the background
Together we walk, but divided to the struggle, we fall.
Got my city on a map, now,
That’s why I could never back down
Never back down, show ‘em through it all,
You gotta stand tall.
Stand Tall
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Man, I’m talking about that six four rag top,
Green, with the back racked,
Everything mat black, caught it in a six pack.
You know what the fuck it is and what I came to do.
Now put your hands up in the air, like I’m about to shoot.
My agenda is here, crystal perfectly clear,
Breathe apocalypse in, we have nothing to fear.
We have nothing to lose, pressure applying the rules,
Wasp on a motherfucker and knock him up out of his shoes.
That’s what my coast love, good money, great drugs,
State Of Hip-Hop Vs. Xzibit
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I'm in my 7 deuce callis with the slap in the back
With the slap in the back, with the slap in the back
I got that black top Impala with the frames blue back
With the frames blue back, with the frames blue
I got that black top Impala with the frames blue back
Could you loan me a dollar, bitch I can't do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle of hundred and fifty racks, pow!
Want me to take it to the club and throw it on the ground
Instead I take it buy bindess make it double now
Up Out The Way
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