Xzibit - Game Face lyrics

[Verse One: Xzibit] I don't f** around I'll break you down in the hours of H All these L.A. Times motherf**ers keepin the pace No need to pull strings things still get done To have you yellin at the top of yo lungs So Xzibit never speak wit a false tounge Slid off like a handgun Tryin to build an empire to pa** to my grandson I never like to talk business over the phone So either have love for the game or leave it alone Plus action speak louder than words And p**y move faster than birds So I gotta keep a gameface On the street you slip, and you might catch a hot one Xzibit stay low and kick back like a shotgun I keep it bangin to the end of the line When a rapper think his saggin style is f**in with mine, it's divine Cuz my family is harder than bricks Anything to keep it movin cuz it's harder to hit [Chorus] (Ras Ka**) Only right I f** wit you when you f**in' wit mine Keep it movin to the end of the line And action speak louder than words And p**y move faster than birds Gotta keep a gameface (Xzibit) Only right I f** wit you when you f**in' wit mine Keep it movin to the end of the line And action speak louder than words And p**y move faster than birds Gotta keep a gameface [Verse 2: Ras Ka**] Men must be either pampered or crushed To regulate, relegate, delegate power, n***a touch something Trust no one and die dumping Drained ya battery you barely talking like Teddy Ruxpin See that's wa**up, n***a I don't give a f** Say some sh** so nasty, it'll make Little Kim blush As if, a 98 bentley didn't tempt me To lay bullsh** over this empty But consequently my conscience wouldn't permit me I'm one-third black man, one-third Jackie Chan One-third sand, shiftin across the surface of the land Golden State Warrior let my nuts hang like n***as in nooses While you givin groupies all your loochie I'm known for f**ing hoochies in suzukis And known for slippin bourgeois b**hes roofies Loved and feared, severe yet loved The full time titan fighting three million over night thugs So keep your, hand out your rectum cause you can't stop sh** Don't rock sh**, studio hustlers Claimin' they got more keys than a locksmith What part of the game is this Bonus Round, give me the mic, the money The p**y in that order, the more, the over-populated Get f**ed and orally copulated And all you chumps on some you owe me an apology sh** Can s** yo apology out my dick [Chorus] [Verse 3] (Ras Ka**) This is for the black n***as, the yak sippers The part time strippers,slash full time student,and fifty buck slippers I got athletes feet,we run these contrete streets Sporting cleats, ain't nothing sweet (Xzibit) I'm making rappers get they sh** together Still smokin, still drinkin, still maintain clear thinkin Everyday is the weekend, mashin thru in a lincoln And style so sick, the whole car start stinking [Chorus]