[Hightower]: Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me.
[Girl]: Hello, Xzibit?
[Xzibit]: Yeah, yeah, what’s up?
[Girl]: Hold on one second ok?
[Xzibit]: Hey, what’s up?
[Hightower]: It’s Ron, Hightower.
[Xzibit]: Ah, what’s up dude, what’s goin’ down?
[Hightower]: Eh nigga, it ain’t nothin’ but a party!
[Xzbibit]: Yoo! shit it’s goin’ down?
[Hightower]: Hey, let me tell you something.
I got some ladies over here, you know…
[Girl]: Hi Xzibit!
[Xzibit]: What’s up?
[Hightower]: He he, see what I’m saying.
They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
But listen why don’t you do this
When you’re done over there, why don’t you come here and shit
You know what I’m saying?
That way they can tell you hello on person
[Xzibit]: Ah alrihgt, you want me to bring you somethin’
[Hightower]: Hey, bring yourself, I’m sure they can handle the rest
You know what I mean?
[Xzibit]: Yeah yeah, alright, I’ll be over there in a minute.
It’s a lazy Sunday night
Xzibit posted at the lab
Gettin’ high as a kite
Proceed to rolll the light
It’s real tight
In a paper Philly Blunts I don’t 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
Don’t 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
My name’s Xzibit
I aint’ tryin’ to spit game
Just tell me your name
And the proportions of your frame
Xzibit now has it poppin’ on Sunday night
I don’t wanna save ’em
Pay em’ or buy clothes
All we really wanna do
Is try to fuck these hoes
You knew the game
Hit & Run (Part II) – Xzibit