Viewing Lyrics for 3 Card Molly(feat. Ras Kass, Saafir:

No album artwork found
Track:3 Card Molly(feat. Ras Kass, Saafir
Date Added:18/10/2007
Rating:not yet rated     
Lyrics:[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof

with my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the
Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
on section eight, with
multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to heaven

Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to
clownin y'all punk bitches, cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money, and mack murder
wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the
situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers,
crashing into brick fences
like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess

If you lookin for sympathy, you better look
between R and T, in the fucking dictionary
the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to
your next of kin

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

[RK] Pick a card any card, I bet you
can't pull it
[GS] Golden State, number one with a bullet
[XZ] It's three card molly

[RK] Will they ever stop?
[XZ] Probably not
[SN] Pull your spine through your mouth and
watch your body drop

[Saafir the Saucee Nomad]
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with
a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patients/patience
And perseverance --
flows like an ocean liner
that sails/sales like a clearance, I'm bilingual
Fly like a
flamingo, I'm a pitcha, everything I freak
I eat like Al Pacino, you don't like me baby

You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties, but you have to pay my
For the lowest point in my character
I'll reach the highest place in the house when
I rock
like the Qu'ran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like buillion cube
Been this way
since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin shit without the use of Sportscreme

Rippin up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when
I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips
Each syllable you choose to use is light as
a flower
Keep tryin to go gold
but all you're gettin is a golden shower


Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn't
need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised
Mr. Black Bruce Willis,
please don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind
and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu

Fricaseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin life, like a bull inside a
china shop
Strippin everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call
the cops, you ain't said nathin
Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
the parkin lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin Xzibit
with your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

 Add to    Digg this    Reddit

More XZIBIT Lyrics:

1.   D.N.A. (Drugs-N-Alkahol)(Ft.Snoop Dogg)  view
2.   Nobody Sound Like Me  view
3.   Spit shine  view
4.   Loud and Clear  view
5.   Focus  view
6.   Symphony X Major  view
7.   Spit And Shine  view
8.   Recycled Assassins  view
9.   Nobody Sound Like Me(feat. Montageone  view
10.   Just Maintain(feat. Hurricane Gee and J-Ro  view