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Connect Lyrics

by Xzibit

[dj hurricane]

East, west, check this out

Check it, ye-yeah, ye-yeah

East east, west west, south south..



[chorus: dj hurricane]

I got that east coast connect, west coast connect

Dirty south connect, so show some respect

When my niggaz comin through you see we comin correct

Who are you, what you do, who you tryin to threat?



[xzibit]

Im the wrong cat to call out; we fall out

The police gon have some dead bodies to haul out

All out in the open for the world to see

Avire-x to the z-i, b-i-t

V.i.p., youre small time, three on three

Cause you cant ball accurately, tackle the beast

Stomp it down, slap it with heat, bitch behave

Shit, we blaze to make a nigga act his age

Im tryin to write the phrase that pays

You kick it with gays, dykes, and all type of wackness

Preach what you practice

Here we seperate the real niggaz from the actors

A&rs, mc searchin, suck my cactus!

Blackness surround your sight and sound

As xzibit hit you and you hit the ground

My chips aint never gon be down, watch me smoke

And flatline the first nigga to cross this line



[chorus]



[gipp]

Its the gipp goodie, we kick the soul slang

To yo block, or they streets, we all gon hang

We like to shine and ride, bump corners in our bumper cars

Top down, with the candy paint job

Import export up and down the highway

Old ladies transportin straight through the skyways

In the corner in the five(? ) I got purple haze

Fat knot short sess with the tree ton(? )

These streets we run, rapper refund

You ridin up but we want yo flows old like girbauds

We hold, everything it takes to create the odes

To north to the west to the south again

If its war that you want just pull the pin

Rules we dont break em, we refuse to bend

If you dont build right you better take yo ass home

Cause some catch stray bullets all alone



[chorus]



[pharoahe monch]

I got the chevy impala shit, street scholar with

Collarless, japanese aikido with, rottweiler mixed

Top dollar dick now, swallow my whole nut rap

Gun in my mouth, pop shit, still sayin, "fuck that"

You have to listen, brew, trapped in a tragic addiction

Styles, multiply like japanese mathematicians

Cut cause chaos - my kicks kill criminals

Im the subliminal adolf

Im the bomb thats attached to the time of a ticker

Figure or swastika

Quicker to pick a form of execution, pull it

Bullet, to the head instead of eletrocution

The rambunctious, bump in yo trunk shit

Totally insane, hurricane with pharoahe monch, gipp

Xzibit the west coast (? ? ) (? ? ) we got

New york wearin slippers and the south wearin hoodies



[chorus 3x]



[dj hurricane]

Ye-yeah, uh-huh, ye-yeah

Give it up, uh-huh (dirty south) ye-yeah, ye-yeah

Give it up, uh-huh, give it up, shake it

Uh-huh, kick it (dirty south) uh-huh

Shake it.. uh-huh, shake it

Cmon, give it up (dirty south)



{*fades out*