Sir Jinx - Inside Job lyrics

(Intro: Xzibit) Mr. X to the Z (who am I?)M-m-m-mr. X (who am I?) X to the to-the-to-the Z M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (yeah, yo) M-m-m-m-mr. X-x-x to the Z (Xzibit) So it's one fifteen in the mornin I'm comin up, a hard day, serve We gettin drunk smokin herb and the third dike you roll Non-stop cash flow, 20,000 dollars and the rest cuttin yayo We had the rocks, my n***a late to pick it up Get him on the phone, hurry up cause I ain't tryin to get stuck So what the f** is the hold up? ("n***a sit your a** on my dick im open") Reminds me I gotta shake the spot I got b**hes in the hotel room ready for me to bang cob weight (*knock*) Yo, who is that man? ("He wanna spend a couple of hundred, (yeah), but he'll be right back") That's when I shoulda got the heater But I was too busy in the kitchen countin money and takin shots at Tequila Started countin out twelve when it hit me with gallons of seman If you was Rocksteady, you woulda came when the C-Note's rang Before I could yell out to lock the front of my small dick n***as rushed in the front door with the gauge, ready, duck Bad enough I'm caught up in it, jacked my dick off I'm caught in the kitchen without the strap ("Where the muh-f**in sack homeboy?") Yeah, woulda k**ed Terminators only D between us is A stove and a refrigerator, came in and put the gauge to my chest Took the money off the table and said ("Yo, where's the rest of it n***a?") You gotta love it, came straight to the moneyman 20,000 cash, needed stacks, wrapped in rubber bands Snatched the whole sh** right out my a** I ran to the living room and got the heat from under the couch Smashed out into the middle of the street started blastin Dumpin at the getaway cars but they was mashin I thought I heard the homies just in time for the action Police hit the corner with they reds and white's flashin These n***as rolled off with at least a cool fifty Ya, I'm in handcuffs on the ground and mad cause the K-9 bit me Shipped me off downtown for the bookin Threw my herb sack when the cops wasn't lookin Fingerprints, hold the tape, hear come detectors One at the door, another one askin questions Stupid sh** like: - "Who was I shootin at?" Was it game related and where do they kick it at? But I didn't say sh** I can tell from all the people Involved it was an inside job But I'm the wrong n***a to rob, I'll hunt you down f** the money, I'll take you off and accept the loss Set bail at fifteen g's, no sweat Got cars slippin tonight, and almost got wet Homies come to set bail see, but that's all right Since I'm already here I'mma spend the night (Outro: Xzibit and another having a conversation) ("Hey, hey I need to use the phone again") (*Car horns*) ("Ay, ay man") ("Since when did you start takin shoestrings and sh**?") ("Man") ("Ahhhh") ("Do I look like I wanna k**?") ("Ay man, f** that") ("Ay, look...") ("I just need to use the phone real quick man, eh, f** it") ("Aight, ay, let me get the top c*nt") ("Ay man, this, this, this blanket, this blanket smell like urine man") All right, you're charged with Public Intoxication (All right, listen there's a thousand people down there who are drunk) Okay, I understand that i am giant f*ggot Xzibit got a small dick im yo n******g I suk dik