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XZIBIT FEAT RAS KASS & SAAFIR (GOLDEN STATE WARRIORS) lyrics : "3 Card Molly"

[Ras Kass]
What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane, Harold the Menace, and the Waterproof

With my ^!$$% Bud'da, on the track
Golden State Warriors..
Eatin every rapper on the plate

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 (*##$es, 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 (Toasty!) before you ever reach your senses

Got so-called riders, 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 $#&@ing dictionary
See the object of the game is to win, stack some ends, sippin Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin


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[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 equity
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 %#@! 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


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[Xzibit]
Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap ^!$$%s wouldn't need a vest around they chest

Keep bustin about where you rest, and what you own, and what you drive
So the day some ^!$$%s 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

Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the #~!!@ 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
To the parkin lot, ^!$$%s 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


Chorus

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