Hit Run Lyrics
Hit Run lyrics by Xzibit, from the Xzibit hit CD featuring the song: Hit Run. A taste of funky fresh meets red hit disco with Xzibit's new CD with song lyrics from the hit song Hit Run. Dance and sing along with your Xzibit DVD and make a name for yourself, even prepare for a karaoke contest by memorizing the Hit Run lyrics. You can be the next Xzibit singing Hit Run lyrics just like a pro.
Hit Run Lyrics
by Xzibit
[intro]:
[hightower]: baby, do me a favor, call up xzibit for me.
[xzibit]: allo?
[girl]: hello, xzibit?
[xzibit]:yeah, yeah, whats up?
[girl]: hold on one second ok?
[xzibit]: alright
[hightower]: xzibit?
[xzibit]:hey, whats up?
[hightower]: its ron, hightower.
[xzibit]:ah, whats up dude, whats goin down?
[hightower]: eh nigga, it aint nothin but a party!
[xzbibit]:yoo! shit its goin down?
[hightower]: hey, let me tell you something.
I got some ladies over here, you know...
[girl]: hi xzibit!
[xzibit]: whats up?
[hightower]: he he, see what Im saying.
They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
But listen why dont you do this
When youre done over there, why dont you come here and shit
You know what Im saying?
That way they can tell you hello on person
[xzibit]: ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin
[hightower]: hey, bring yourself, Im sure they can handle the rest
You know what I mean?
[xzibit]:yeah yeah, alright, Ill be over there in a minute.
[hightower]: peace!
[xzibit]:alright
[verse one]:
[xzibit]:
Its a lazy sunday night
Xzibit posted at the lab
Gettin high as a kite
Proceed to rolll the light
Its real tight
In a paper philly blunts I dont need
It might fuck off the taste
Of this bomb ass weed
My nigga tango and breeze
Came thru we blaze a few
Together bored as fuck
Niggas down for whatever
Break left from the bomb
Phone call from ron hightower
Shower at his crib in a hour
All the women involved drop drawers
Dont say nothin
Just a lota nuttin
Fuckin plus dick suckin
Goddamn who was that?
Half black with the fat ass
Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass
[for me]
My names xzibit
I aint tryin to spit game
Just tell me your name
And the proportions of your frame
[38-26-32]
Thats right
Xzibit now has it poppin on sunday night
[chorus]: (2x)
I dont wanna save em
Pay em or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is try to fuck these hoes
[verse two]:
[rass kass]:
You knew the game
And you still ended up on your back...
[xzibit]:
Bitches get laid like tracks
Break it down like that
With stacks of profilactics
Got ill tactics just to get you on the matress like yo
[girl moaning in background]
With minimal conversation
No time wastin
Only hard penetration
Gettin shiners on recliners
Cummin in your faces
Stop! get on top
I take your mind different places
Wont be satisfied till I hit every race
Color and creed in deed
All I need is weed a fly steez
Who aint afraid to take the lead
A little dirt on your knees
Looked over saw breeze
Laid out on the couch about to let it all out
Nigga thats the kinda shit that Im talkin about
[chorus]: (4x)
I dont wanna save em
Pay em or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is try to fuck these hoes