Xzibit

Xzibit - Klack lyrics

(feat. Krondon, Mitchy Slick)

Yeah.. huh.. it's been a long time

It seem like the whole world waitin on the West coast

We missed you.. welcome back - let's go!

Uhh, yeah that, new West

Yes

C'mon, uhh

Uhh

Here we go - Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang, Steady gang

Uhh, yeah that

Yes

Klack, klack - klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack, uhh c'mon

Yeah, uhh

YEAH! YEAH!!!

[Xzibit]

Strong Arm Steady we ready it's time to ball out

When vocal chords spit cold shit they never thaw out

Industry tried to pigeonhole, I had to crawl out

Hear my name bein called out, nuclear fallout

Full body armor with bangers, we goin all out

Garbage bags in trunk of the car, it won't stall out

Hit you where you stay, hogtied, you gettin hauled out

Crush the whole car, it's well planned and thought out

Try to attain fame from beef, you went the wrong route

Scrape a 38 on your teeth, I knock 'em all out

I know you ain't fuckin with me dawg (c'mon NOW)

Underestimate, run up on, it's on now

Have your niggaz plottin revenge and puttin songs out

Demise by design, blueprints is drawn out

Flood crack back in the hood, it's been a long drought

Show you what this gangster killa Cali is all about

[Chorus - repeat 2X]

KLACK - for the niggaz that bang in the inner city and

KLACK - for the enemies creepin to come and get me

Be thankful, if you get away alive

You wouldn't kill or won't let nothin die, so keep it movin

[Xzibit]

Yo! You don't like how I'm livin well FUCK YOU

Nastradamus style, make every line come through

Don't make me spit predict your last action

Last man standin (yeah) last man laughin (yeah)

Assassin, crosshairs, smile for the birdie (CLICK!)

Hit you long range, high powered, 30-30 shit

If you never heard of a heavy assault rifle

Hit targets a mile away from the top of the Eiffel (woo!)

Knock the soul out of your body, stay plottin like Bin Laden

to swoop down and crash your party

All bark no bite (SHIIIT!) we don't bark nigga

We bite to the white then shake 'til the afterlife

Hard work and sacrifice, who's your daddy?

Make you wanna drop e'rything and move to Cali

We classic, go 'head, speak my name

And I'ma lay your ass down like the All Star game, c'mon

[Chorus]

[possibly Strong Arm - uncredited]

Sawed-off shotgun, shoot through your shoulderblade

Bitch-made niggaz get, hit with a hand grenade

Blow up your Escalade, then I hit the road

and I'm back in the hood lookin for somethin to smoke

Everytime, I use the element of surprise

With a gun that's big enough to make an elephant hide

I elevate my rhythm by hustlin crack addicts

Get locked but, when I'm released I'm back at it

See, Mitch know the time, in front of me the birdie and

Phil got the customers comin to get it early we

came a long way from po-lice chasin us

for dope in our socks and angel dust

Yeah klack for the strippers in clubs shakin they titties

This, mac'll have you bitch niggaz runnin like P. Diddy

I'll bang you, comin out the side of your mouth

We the reason why you stay in the house, Stizzle, Gang

[Chorus]

[unimportant ad libs to end]

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