Down For The Count (Explicit)
Reflection Eternal, Rah Digga, Xzibit"Down For The Count (Explicit)" is a song by Reflection Eternal, Rah Digga, Xzibit, released in 2002 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:42 long and contains 109 lines and 707 words.
Lyrics
0:00One two three four
0:02Hi Mrs Louie Lynz
0:04I'm this featured heavy weight champion of the world
0:07Just like quality and high tech
0:08Seen
0:09Runting world wide
0:11We go
0:23Yeh
0:24Check it out now
0:26Rah digga ya'll
0:27Dirty harriet yeah
0:29Kweli
0:30Xzibit
0:31Come on new millenium
0:32One two three four
0:34Grimy b**ch stomp the bogey outside your front door yeah
0:37Puffin' on goodie eatin tuna and rye
0:39Blow the spot with some old school sh*t from junior high
0:42One two three four
0:44Jerseys finest in the house punchlines and metaphors
0:47Make your foul ice grill thug grimy on the real
0:49Puttin' heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil
0:52Convertible style still had the heat knockin'
0:54Bumpin sh*t from way back with my man beatboxin'
0:57Shootin' the breeze see I'm nice with these
0:59You'll be suckin' it down like fast food high cs
1:02Type of rap b**ch that love underground classics
1:05Gettin' more green than that n***a St Patrick
1:07Makin' wack rappers go and merc the set
1:09Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net
1:12'Cause I be adamant kill 'em when my joints get added in
1:14Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
1:17Dirty harriet increase the fanbases
1:19Leavin' non writin' cats stuck on the plantations
1:22Mini skirts with tights eatin lunch with whites
1:24Leave the party over here like they israelites
1:27Got Cali Brooks critics ta kwe xzibit
1:29Gonna rock sh*t down like he can't get no visits
1:32One two three four
1:34Rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour ah ahhh
1:37Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat
1:39By a nervous terrorist whos so scared that his palms wet
1:42One two three four
1:44The stuff legends are made of urban folklore
1:47Like Jim Morrison we break on through
1:49Before I care about your take
1:50How many take on you
1:52Yo
1:52We bring it straight to your face from the start yo
1:55Rage against the machine break it apart
1:56Might be over your head
1:58But it's straight from the heart
1:59I show my love in the light
2:00While y'all hate in the dark
2:02Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art
2:04Yeah
2:04Givin' niggas battle scars always makin' my mark
2:06You fakin' the part of gangster 'til niggas break in your spot
2:10You straight b**ch whether I say it or not
2:11Sh*t is hot spittin' flames on the track
2:13Put our town's names on the map
2:15From now until we fadin' to black
2:16Where we at thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto
2:19When the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly
2:21Forever we stack notes like the treasury flow heavenly
2:24Yeah
2:24Get you high on speech laced with obscenity
2:26Niggas be gassed like cipher sounds
2:28And need rescue remedy
2:29Then fall the f**k off like limbs affected with leprosy
2:32One two three four
2:34Why the f**k can't mc's mc no more
2:36Hardcore 'til somebody put me under the ground
2:39With a dick in your ear still
2:40Couldn't f**k with my sound
2:41Say
2:42One two three four
2:44Takin' me straight
2:45To the w**d spot then to the liquor sto'
2:47Gimme some mo' like busta bus'
2:48Who do you trust
2:49Swingin through your favorite neighborhood lush
2:51I'm I rate usin' your body for live bait
2:54Xzibit rockin' them heavy gems you can't take
2:57Dilate cock back the weight spread hate
2:59Heavy metal we settle and set sh*t straight
3:01Hit gates in my younger days
3:03From the policeman
3:04Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand
3:07Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye
3:09Find some chickens to fry
3:10While you find it hard to stick to your lie
3:12I see through the tricks destroy the facade
3:14Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God
3:16Rah digga first lady of the flipmode squad
3:19Gotta be hard like a young n***a walkin' the yard
3:21For the first time we ain't the niggas you let shine
3:24Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime
3:26I'm an alkaholik n***a so I finish the fifth
3:29You at the front door b**chin because you ain't on the list
3:31It's like
3:32One two three four
3:35Yeah ohhhhhhh ohhhh
3:36Hehehe aight y'all
3:39Aight y'all
3:40Yeah
3:41Here we go
3:41Say
3:42One two three four
One two three four Hi Mrs Louie Lynz I'm this featured heavy weight champion of the world Just like quality and high tech Seen Runting world wide We go Yeh Check it out now Rah digga ya'll Dirty harriet yeah Kweli Xzibit Come on new millenium One two three four Grimy b**ch stomp the bogey outside your front door yeah Puffin' on goodie eatin tuna and rye Blow the spot with some old school sh*t from junior high One two three four Jerseys finest in the house punchlines and metaphors Make your foul ice grill thug grimy on the real Puttin' heads to bed like hennessey and nyquil Convertible style still had the heat knockin' Bumpin sh*t from way back with my man beatboxin' Shootin' the breeze see I'm nice with these You'll be suckin' it down like fast food high cs Type of rap b**ch that love underground classics Gettin' more green than that n***a St Patrick Makin' wack rappers go and merc the set Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net 'Cause I be adamant kill 'em when my joints get added in Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet Dirty harriet increase the fanbases Leavin' non writin' cats stuck on the plantations Mini skirts with tights eatin lunch with whites Leave the party over here like they israelites Got Cali Brooks critics ta kwe xzibit Gonna rock sh*t down like he can't get no visits One two three four Rock the whole world like the rolling stone tour ah ahhh Raw your wack set is faker than a bomb threat By a nervous terrorist whos so scared that his palms wet One two three four The stuff legends are made of urban folklore Like Jim Morrison we break on through Before I care about your take How many take on you Yo We bring it straight to your face from the start yo Rage against the machine break it apart Might be over your head But it's straight from the heart I show my love in the light While y'all hate in the dark Straight to apocalypse is where I'm takin the art Yeah Givin' niggas battle scars always makin' my mark You fakin' the part of gangster 'til niggas break in your spot You straight b**ch whether I say it or not Sh*t is hot spittin' flames on the track Put our town's names on the map From now until we fadin' to black Where we at thug rebels love metal clubs ghetto When the slugs let go like Frankie Beverly Forever we stack notes like the treasury flow heavenly Yeah Get you high on speech laced with obscenity Niggas be gassed like cipher sounds And need rescue remedy Then fall the f**k off like limbs affected with leprosy One two three four Why the f**k can't mc's mc no more Hardcore 'til somebody put me under the ground With a dick in your ear still Couldn't f**k with my sound Say One two three four Takin' me straight To the w**d spot then to the liquor sto' Gimme some mo' like busta bus' Who do you trust Swingin through your favorite neighborhood lush I'm I rate usin' your body for live bait Xzibit rockin' them heavy gems you can't take Dilate cock back the weight spread hate Heavy metal we settle and set sh*t straight Hit gates in my younger days From the policeman Me and my clan used to dance thicker than quicksand Supply and demand the hand is quicker than the eye Find some chickens to fry While you find it hard to stick to your lie I see through the tricks destroy the facade Your little lungs is too weak to hotbox with God Rah digga first lady of the flipmode squad Gotta be hard like a young n***a walkin' the yard For the first time we ain't the niggas you let shine Expect mines to blow lines like coke everytime I'm an alkaholik n***a so I finish the fifth You at the front door b**chin because you ain't on the list It's like One two three four Yeah ohhhhhhh ohhhh Hehehe aight y'all Aight y'all Yeah Here we go Say One two three four
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