Xzibit - f**in' You Right lyrics

[Xzibit talkin] Listen to this, I'm just tryna do this for us You know what I'm sayin, you scream at the top of your f**ing lungs Yeah, I'm just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica How you think I learned how to twist it and turn Ya back until it's broke, make you feel it in your throat It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole Had me f**in while I was drivin on cruise control Can't wait to get it home and teach it all to you Look I'm just tryna be the best, I'm doin it all for you You know that thing with the peanut bu*ter My Brooklyn b**h said f** untyin the ropes, it's faster with a box cutter I know you love the way I'm diggin you out But always wanna f**in aruge so let's figure this out I'm just tryna make you happy b**h Who's there for you anytime you get in the mood for s**in a dick I took the time out to find out what ya like You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight So look [Chorus] You should thank of all the b**hes that I have in my life All the experience I'm gettin got me f**in you right Never took time to see it and plus All you thinkin 'bout is yourself, I'm thinkin for us You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch You should thank all of the b**hes that I have in my life All the experience I'm gettin got me f**in you right It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy Made me spend some extra days in Miami Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa Showed X to the Z it's better with three Who could f** your a** better than me (pssst) I think not, hard knock the co*k, welcome to my sweat shop I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, f** all day You could say I didn't do this sh** Unsatisfied b**hes gotta go out and chase the dick And that's just not the thing to do So I learn new sh** from the next b**h and teach it to you Now don't you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah) When we be f**in and we thuggin baby (hell yeah) The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah) And don't I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah) [Chorus] I insist that we f**in on videotape Just incase a b**h lose face and try and call rape If you know somethin that might excite up our late night Got an open invite to lay us a pipe Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight I'll go from all night 'til the sun turn bright Two wrongs don't make it right b**h, no need to cheat (p**y just a piece of meat, another means to eat) Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact You only tell me that you love me when you're flat on your back You wanna leave me now b**h, my f**in feelings is hurt Why am I the only one that's tryna make this work [Chorus] [Tray D talking to fade]