Rick Rock - Up Out The Way lyrics

[Intro: E-40] I'm in that 7 deuce Cutla** with the slap in the back With the slap in the back, with the slap in the back... [Intro: Xzibit] I got that rag top Impala with the brains blew back With the brains blew back, with the brains blew... [Verse 1: Xzibit] I got that rag top Impala with the brains blue back Could you loan me a dollar? b**h, I can't do that Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all packed Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and fifty racks, POW! Want me to take it to the club and throw it on the ground? Instead I take it buy a business, make it double down I'm back in business, you p**y n***as in trouble now! Shake, what you gone, shake the city? Clearly you are from outta town I'm in my scraper, catching paper on the turf, Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts Better put that sh** in reverse, you might cross over the ledge The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with their heads!" Round up and wrangle your ratchets Mad cause they given us action f** em', we keep em', we mackin' Don't 'em n***a, what's Hattnin What is it? Let's get it crackin'! Millions and millions reacting Focused, no longer distracted Put it down, let's see you match it [Hook] I'm a rich a** n***a (you's a b**h a** n***a) I'm a rich a** n***a (you's a b**h a** n***a) I'm a rich a** n***a (you's a b**h a** n***a) I'm a rich a** n***a (you's a b**h a** n***a) Stacking money to the ceiling, getting paid all day All day all day all day all day... If you ain't tryna get it, better get up out the way Out the way out the way out the way out the way... [Verse 2: E-40] They done awoken a sleeping dragon Now the roof is on fire let the motherf**er burn The fire marshall came in, when it was my turn Everybody up in here spazzin' Higher than a hippie, crunk and hella pissy Everybody tipsy, feelin' hecka tripy My wrist real brisky icy b**h made n***as don't like me Cause they wife want me to pipe, she... Been on me since 1990 Body, boomin' I be tycoonin' Me and a few of my goons'n Alcohol consumin' Born and raised in the grip Where a fiend will sneak up on you try and hit you for a hit Better pack a extra clip Cause n***as ain't playin' n***as really with the sh** Ballin' like rawlings Or should a pimp say like spaulding All I hear is money callin' Thousands, on thousands, on thousands Flatlands, public housing Real talk player, no jones'n All about my allowance Need a money counter just to count it (Sheesh) Capiche, I'm heavy off in these streets UFC front seats No famine man, we feast [Hook] [Verse 3: Xzibit] Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the case Then let me pound on your p**y and knock it outta place I wanna hook you and book you, hand you some time to face While we vacate in a destination for motivation. Hey! Separate hundreds from fifties Ball it up, bring it all with me Callin a audible hit me I'm open, never forget me Down shift, punch it, approaching 160 I'm clowning like Barnum and Bailey bouncing around the city Pity you feelin' sh**ty This 25 to lifer for is pushing a Spyker Get anybody hit by my sniper Live the rest of your life in a diaper or chill the f** out Or you can walk, Better keep walkin' or they can carry you out This is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing around me Too many zeros to count. I let these women surround me Jump off their clothes dig em out But then they never can find me Holding unholy amounts Already showed you the route [Hook]