Lyrics Xzibit – Fruit Punch

Brevi:
Momma didn’t raise no dummy
Gimmie all you want, can’t take nothin’ from me
Big Bad Wolf tryna catch a lil’ bunny

I’m zoned out, I’m fired up, I don’t think I’m high enough
I took two, got five left, I’m out of touch, I digress
I truly don’t give a fuck, some might
?, no love
I’m turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can’t stand no crooked man, I can’t stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from, you know how we respresent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin’ yes

Xzibit & James Savage:
Comin’ outside on you niggas
I’ma west ride on you niggas
I’ma get the OG’s and the Bee Gees, better find a place to hide ’cause we killas
And we’ll have a tat with guerillas
We could take it to the back, I should kill ’em
Nah, let me handle that, let me get ’em
Nigga, we could lock up like the system
You could call the police like a victim
You a First 48 type of nigga, hit ’em!
Them tear ducts all teared up, didn’t hesitate to tell on them niggas
Take a break, it’s only gon’ get ’em
If a mother fucker fake, he gon’ be Godzilla
It’s that pull-up, that bang-bang, we serial killers so we kill ’em

Brevi:
I’m zoned out, I’m fired up, I don’t think I’m high enough

Demrick & B-Real:
The day I got time for you niggas, I’ma bottom line all you niggas
I’m about mine, every single dime goes to the money and the women
I know you assumed you was winnin’
I’m immune to your venom
Pulled a Nine from out the denim
Ride and hit off
Goodbye career, send God to get ’em
Never lookin’ back, I move ahead
Got another pack to move instead
Livin’ like a king, we get the bread
Get away from me, we take your head
We don’t leave a clue, no residue
Better have a few rollin’ with’chu
In the four door with the four-four goin’ slow-mo, cocked and aimed at you

Brevi:
I’m zoned out, I’m fired up, I don’t think I’m high enough
I took two, got five left, I’m out of touch, I digress
I truly don’t give a fuck, some might
?, no love
I’m turned off, know too much, no honeymoon, no fruit punch
Can’t stand no crooked man, I can’t stand no bitch
Keep your issues, keep your distance, I got money to collect
If you come from where I come from, you know how we respresent
Get the bag, get the bullets, get the vest, fuckin’ yes