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Xzibit - Rimz & Tirez Lyrics



Xzibit - Rimz & Tirez Lyrics
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[ Featuring Kokane, Defari, Goldie Loc ]

So
Alright, alright

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy
Playin', stopped playin' long time ago with child's toys
It's only men in here, deuce deuce inch Pirelli
And Goodyear niggas, 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
Full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed
Rap niggas, we different individuals
Elevate the level of the music and the visuals
It's do or die, I need a Priest, call Soopafly
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

Love when when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

I ain't never seen Kevlar flesh (hell nah)
Y'all bitch niggas is flirting and f*ckin' with death
I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left
Never love nothing, never turn snitch and confess
Gotta catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk
Of catchin' three to the back, and try walking 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 niggas 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 rims and tires
Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, motherf*cker

Love when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

With my rims and tires
So low

Mr. Recycler (What?) I'm looking for a sixty-two Chevy
And she kinda bad, threw him six and I was ready
(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 looking)
He took me to a spot in Long Beach, hooked me up with four pumps
But everybody in the hood can't jump
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, fool's tripping
(Check it out) How many cars you see in Seoul on streets dipping?
(None) Afraid to get that ass caught slipping (why?)
For me, it was an easy task
I kept an engine on my ass with heat under the dash, fool (peep game)
I was born to low ride on rims and tires, yeah

Love when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

Love when when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

Hello?
Hello?
Hey, wassup baby, whatchu doin'?
Hi, baby, what are you doing?
Well, I'm over here workin' in the studio
With my homeboys and shit, what's happenin' with you?
Awh, I'm just thinkin' about you, when are you coming home?
Never, bitch!
Ah, I'm just kiddin', I'm just kiddin', I'm just kiddin'
I'm just kiddin', I'm just kiddin'
Nah, but for real, what's happenin'?
I'm just sittin' here, thinkin' about you
Wondering when you were coming home?
Shit, man, we should be done 'round like 4, 5, 6, 7 in the morning
What? You better not be up there with some motherf*ckin' bitches
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So
Alright, alright

Take a chance, come dance with a cowboy
Playin', stopped playin' long time ago with child's toys
It's only men in here, deuce deuce inch Pirelli
And Goodyear niggas, 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
Full of green cheese, my other pocket got green weed
Rap niggas, we different individuals
Elevate the level of the music and the visuals
It's do or die, I need a Priest, call Soopafly
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

Love when when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

I ain't never seen Kevlar flesh (hell nah)
Y'all bitch niggas is flirting and f*ckin' with death
I was taught to stick with the right and work with the left
Never love nothing, never turn snitch and confess
Gotta catch me in the heat of the act, and run the risk
Of catchin' three to the back, and try walking 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 niggas 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 rims and tires
Either get with us, forget us and get behind us, motherf*cker

Love when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

With my rims and tires
So low

Mr. Recycler (What?) I'm looking for a sixty-two Chevy
And she kinda bad, threw him six and I was ready
(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 looking)
He took me to a spot in Long Beach, hooked me up with four pumps
But everybody in the hood can't jump
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, fool's tripping
(Check it out) How many cars you see in Seoul on streets dipping?
(None) Afraid to get that ass caught slipping (why?)
For me, it was an easy task
I kept an engine on my ass with heat under the dash, fool (peep game)
I was born to low ride on rims and tires, yeah

Love when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

Love when when you're out there on the ave
When you're down 24/7, niggas don't know the half
My Romeo's step down on the pedal
My back keeps on scraping the metal
I be coasting and be goin' hitting three wheel motion
With my rims and tires

Hello?
Hello?
Hey, wassup baby, whatchu doin'?
Hi, baby, what are you doing?
Well, I'm over here workin' in the studio
With my homeboys and shit, what's happenin' with you?
Awh, I'm just thinkin' about you, when are you coming home?
Never, bitch!
Ah, I'm just kiddin', I'm just kiddin', I'm just kiddin'
I'm just kiddin', I'm just kiddin'
Nah, but for real, what's happenin'?
I'm just sittin' here, thinkin' about you
Wondering when you were coming home?
Shit, man, we should be done 'round like 4, 5, 6, 7 in the morning
What? You better not be up there with some motherf*ckin' bitches
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Writer: Priest J. Brooks, Duane A Jr. Johnson, Alvin N. Joiner, Jerry Buddy Long, Keiwan Dashawn Spillman
Copyright: Lyrics © HERUT MUSIC

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