Song Lyrics Alkaholiks, The feat. X-Zibit - Hit And Run    [Lyrics & Song Text Archive] lyrics archive>> A>> Alkaholiks, The feat. X-Zibit Singer Lyrics>> Hit And Run Song Lyrics Author/Artist/Singer: Alkaholiks, The feat. X-Zibit Music Title/Track: Hit And Run Theme ID: 15639 Album: N/A J-Ro] I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke? The whole club was filled with the indo smoke E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn't matchin So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in Lorenzo's, but anyway, them hoes was deep Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep [E-Swift] Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall Here's a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol Starin at your chest, and I can only guess Lord have mercy what's up under that Adidas dress Yo shortay, you're lookin kinda nice Stick around and watch us rock the mic device She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled I don't think I'm large so she didn't bust my bubble It's the Liks baby where your girlfriends at She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back No sweat, I'll go out and get em Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin Got the three hoes in the front row chillin That's how it be when you play high post Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost [Xzibit] This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week It was this fly ass freak, I didn't sleep, I got the digits, laid back Coolin at the crib one day I think I'll call her, we're talkin on thephone for half an hour I finally ask her can a nigga come through She talkin bout she ain't dressed I said "Cool, I'm still comin over" I get there, she's chillin in some undies and a robe Ice cold, forty down in the freezer And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her How she tellin me she ain't no skeezer An hour later I was breakin her off in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in I got up and then I washed my shit Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check Chorus: Repeat 2X All I really wanna do Is tap that ass 'fore the night is through All I really wanna do Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash [J-Ro] I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day That's when I seen her, the freak from the diner Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass I said my name is big game all in her face I said for what it's worth, I'm the best on earth Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah! Just let me know the time and I'll be there" I said, "I'm drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven's sake Let's go to Larry Parker's for a burger and a shake" We got to the place I started stuffin my face Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste I didn't wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck I left my money in the truck so won't you pick up the check" And the next move, you might think it's tasteless But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress [Xzibit] We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it's funny The shit bitches do for money Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights I'd rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties A couple of brothers cause I don't know the kids before me You're trippin." Dip into the streets to chill Nigga these days, I'm gettin PJ's, on the freeways It's lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer Yo, it's the one and only who welp the bitches Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self I'm a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass Chorus Related Lyrics Random lyrics: Bleeder, Bloodied Up, Blue Carolina, Blue in the Face, Bye Bye Love, Children In Heat, Clavicle, Continental, Cooking Wine, Cop, Crawl, Cringe, Dead And Broken, Dead Broken, Dead End Road, Donner Party, Emma, Enjoy Your Day, Every Thug Needs a Lady, Exploding Boy, Fatally Yours, Fine Without YOu, For Your Lungs Only, Fuck You Aurora, Good bye forever, Good Fucking Bye, Goodbye Forever, Halloween, Hating Every Minute, Heaven, Heaven (Demo), Hell Yes, I Lied My Face Off, Im Dying Tomorrow, If We Never Go Inside, If You Had A Bad Time, Ilied My Face Off, Im Dying Tomorrow, Jaked On Green Beers, Keep Em Coming, Keep Em Coming, Keep Em Comming, Lucky Smoke Rings, Madam Me, Madame Me, Madamme, Maybe Ill Catch Fire, Maybe Ill Catch Fire, Message From Kathlene, Mr. Chainsaw, Other Alkaholiks, The feat. 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