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What U See Is What U Get

Album cover art for "What U See Is What U Get" by Xzibit

Xzibit - Rap, In English

What U See Is What U Get

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July 6, 1998.

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[Intro] Yeah "And so it was written, and after all these things I saw another angel come down from Heaven, having great power And the Earth was lightened with his glory And he cried mightily with a strong voice, saying 'Babylon the great has fallen Has fallen and become the habitation of devils And the home to every foul spirit And a cage of very unclean, and hateful men' [Verse 1] Yeah, what you see is what you get now Xzibit never wait around for no kickdown, got my own shit loud Shot heard around the world Uplift, bench press, arm curl, keep the structure of the temple (Yeah, yeah) To make things simple, my existence is a ripple through time (Yeah) Only concerned with what is mine, divine Never monkeyshine, walkin' down a very thin line Holdin' heat, runnin' crazy in the street, yeah (What's up?) Plus the company I keep (Uh) put in overtime, while you oversleep (Uh) Don't wanna see (Yeah) none of this evil I speak Around the atlas, cum laude magna, the super actress You all get clothe-lined and pinned to the mattress (Yeah) All day, everyday, every which way Who said you can't have your cake and eat it too? Yeah (Fuck you!) This is hard time on planet Earth (Yeah, yeah), for what it's worth Xzibit stay in rotation without rehabilitation, like this [Bridge] Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers Willies, thugs, ballers, busters Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day Shot callers, even high rollers keep it movin' [Chorus] What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam I feel right at home, yeah And what you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam I feel right at home, and that's the real shit [Verse 2] Yeah, you got more than you bargained for; hit the floor I pull a fast one, to let you know today could be your last one, black Take your breath like a asthma attack Just a slave, (Yeah) like Flavor Flav (Yeah), "You're blind to the facts" Mr. X to the Z, Tha Liks and King Tee Guaranteed to bring the house down naturally (Yeah) Niggas knowin' No Limits like Master P Makin' you motherfuckin' bastards see, huh (What?) A whole different breed of MC (Yeah!); realise it's you against me Catch a three-hundred and sixty degree Roundhouse to the mouth right And like the sun, make the hot shit and shine bright I'm feelin' like my whole life is a green light, never turn red 'Cause I strike (Yeah) like a rattlesnake (Yeah), lock like a dread Niggas wanna bump heads, (What?) but they better off dead Came crashin' through the door like the Feds, bring it (Yeah, yeah) [Chorus] What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam feelin' right at home, bring it What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam I'm feelin' right at home And that's the real shit [Verse 3] The year everybody start to rush Swingin' through is your friendly neighborhood lush I crack your bottle, then watch how Xzibit bust I regulate, (Yeah) like a killer with a nickel plate, I set it straight Start to shakin' you down, breakin' new ground, construction work Heavy artillery, put your dick in the dirt Stay alert, the game is rough, so you might get hurt Slug burnt through your jacket, through your sweater, through your shirt Get cut from the belly up (What?) I break the chain, fast lane, suck my sugar cane (Yeah, yeah) I'm tryin' to spark a nigga brain, while you entertain trivial things Material things, protected by the underground kings Who rule the land with a iron fist The Men in Black (Yeah), if we flash, can't remember shit (Sorry) You cross me, I'll make you pay like the government, I wanna kill Sam 'Cause my package came short twelve grams – get the picture? [Bridge] Players, pimps, hoes, hustlers Willies, thugs, ballers, busters Gangstas, macks, everyday, all day Shot callers, even high rollers keep it movin' [Chorus] What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam, feelin' right at home, yeah, yeah What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam, feelin' right at home, bring it (Yeah, yeah) What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam, feelin' right at home, yeah, yeah What you see is what you get now The kinda style make the whole world go wild Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone And no matter where I roam feelin' right at home, motherfuckers!

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Credits

Writers
  • 3rd Eye
  • Xzibit
  • George Clinton