STATE OF HIP-HOP VS. XZIBIT | Текст і Переклад (по кліку) Пісні

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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,

Every bad bitch you can think of.

Swagged out, locked out, flamed on, purve out,

Shit face from shots, your words come swirled up.

Better put the word out, mind I find the mediocre.

I'm a bust it down, serve 'em like a bunch of smokers,

You can fuck around, who else get the fly

You know I asked your little mind is your prime world dying over.

Order in the court, that's what you came to see

The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z

Not a verdict to see, just the moment of truth,

Fighting the fight of my life, jury ready to shoot.

I be my own attorney, watching you try to burn me down,

Testimony testifier from the underground.

Order in the court, that's what you came to see

The state of hip hop versus mister X to the Z.

I create in a dark, darkest place in my heart,

Переклад (по кліку) і текст пісні State of Hip-Hop vs. Xzibit - Xzibit