Hi-C - In My Face lyrics

(Intro) Oooooh...do re mi [Xzibit] Fa so la ti do yeah I'm doin' vocals Intimate Turn the music up, yeah c'mon! {beat starts...} Yeah! c'mon in, yeah welcome Haa! yeah! yeah!! Uhh, ya undastand me? Hey yoooooouu... DJ motherf**in' Quik, yeah You know me, X to the Z, yeah (arah!) Ahh, it don't stop, huhh yeah Some new sh**, come on... We just want you to bounce to This sh** for a minute, yeah Ain't no rush...relax yourself... Relieve your stress, here we go Yes... Bounce, come on bounce, come on boooounce...{repeat} Put your p**y in my faaaace... And let me lick you 'till i Feel the taaaaste... [Xzibit] (Verse one) {1:56} I am the master of the ceremony So my territory be off limits to gimmicks And n***as with wack lyrics And tracks that lack spirits So pop your collar (pop your collar!) f** a dollar, I'm at ya tough and hard to swallow Hard act to follow never the role model the what not Set up shots slipknot my way to the top, pa-da pow! Then changed the direction of it (yeah) From the n***as that hate it to n***as that love it What choo want from it A reputation a luxurious life Maybe find you a hoe that you could transform into a house wife You loose stripes when you recite thru your wind pipes With action cameras and lights and your sh** ain't tight It's on on sight thug rugged the love of it (yeah) Push it shlingd'it shove it in the vein we dope Remain with smoke, remote with Tash and Ras Ka** Six months of full blast b**h, gimme dat a**!...ha ha (Chorus) {2:42} Put your p**y in my faaace...and i'll (Let me lick you laaady) Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste... (Would you, would you) {repeat 2x} Feel the taste... Feel the taste...of lovin' you Feel the taste... Feel the taste...of lovin' you [Hi-C] (Verse two) {3:24} I'm a royalty check cashin' Coup deville smashin', pretty titty a**a**in Lookin' for some action If you want compa**ion, I'll be p**y ba**hin' Baby hit me up like 'yo, what the f** happened?' 'Was it somethin' i did? was it my three kids? You don't love me no more, was it the wave or the wig?' I'm tryna be nice, so i'm sittin' there thinkin' But i had to tell the b**h 'baby your breath be stinkin' (ha ha) n***as, spendin' they last, tryna hustle for a** You bought a Cadillac truck, but you can't buy gas Insurance is a b**h, i hope you don't crash But when you do, let me buy them rims and slap 'em on my jag When it come to fasion, don't make me start flashin' Break a b**h off, and have that whole tire slashin' I'm leather, you're leather, together we be clashin' Quik! hit 'em with the chorus, homie start bashin'! (Chorus) {4:06} Put your p**y in my faaace...and i'll (Let me lick you laaady) Lick you 'till i feel the taaaste... (Would you, would you) {repeat 2x} Feel the taste... Feel the taste...of lovin' you Feel the taste... Feel the taste...of lovin' you