Hit and Run

[J-Ro]<br>I pull up to front with a smash to the ground black duly<br>Niggaz in the street gettin wild and unruly<br>Digga B was in the front so he let me through the door<br>I never get frisked so I pack a forty-four<br>Straight to the bar, can I get a rum and coke?<br>The whole club was filled with the indo smoke<br>E-Swift was scratchin, Tash was hoe catchin<br>I had the latest fashion but my shit wasn`t matchin<br>So King Tee was baggin, the nigga Threat was braggin<br>Bout his brand new, baby boo, fiendin with the rag in<br>Lorenzo`s, but anyway, them hoes was deep<br>Peep, E-Swift shoe em how we creep<br><br>[E-Swift]<br>Check you out, yeah you baby, up against the wall<br>Here`s a dollar ten rum and coke, heavy on the alcohol<br>Starin at your chest, and I can only guess<br>Lord have mercy what`s up under that Adidas dress<br>Yo shortay, you`re lookin kinda nice<br>Stick around and watch us rock the mic device<br>She gave me this look like she was puzzled or troubled<br>I don`t think I`m large so she didn`t bust my bubble<br>It`s the Liks baby where your girlfriends at<br>She said they got thrown out tryin to sneak in the back<br>No sweat, I`ll go out and get em<br>Hooked it up for Noid and Tash to get with em<br>Now we on stage stop the mic from back-feedin<br>Got the three hoes in the front row chillin<br>That`s how it be when you play high post<br>Cause all I wanna do is tap that ass and get ghost<br><br>[Xzibit]<br>This is how I roll it, I met her at a club last week<br>It was this fly ass freak, I didn`t sleep, I got the digits, laid back<br>Coolin at the crib one day<br>I think I`ll call her, we`re talkin on thephone for half an hour<br>I finally ask her can a nigga come through<br>She talkin bout she ain`t dressed I said "Cool, I`m still comin over"<br>I get there, she`s chillin in some undies and a robe<br>Ice cold, forty down in the freezer<br>And roll up blunts at my leisure, I play like I believe her<br>How she tellin me she ain`t no skeezer<br>An hour later I was breakin her off<br>in each and every position that you can ever put a bitch in<br>I got up and then I washed my shit<br>Alright bitch, word got her rings then I split<br>Yeah back to the shade, so I can get my lounge in effect<br>Xzibit keep the hoes in check, so check<br><br>Chorus: Repeat 2X<br><br>All I really wanna do<br>Is tap that ass `fore the night is through<br>All I really wanna do<br>Is tap that ass and get ghost with the cash<br><br>[J-Ro]<br>I was drunk as hell-est, I begin to bill for my pray<br>the club reminded me of whylin at the Bush back in the day<br>That`s when I seen her, the freak from the diner<br>Her name was Nina, or Tina, or was it Regina<br>Fuck it, the bitch with the tipple bitties and the boomin bass<br>I said my name is big game all in her face<br>I said for what it`s worth, I`m the best on earth<br>Kickin folls off my turf since the day of my birth<br>I got a pocket full of money do you wanna help me spend it<br>Can I get in your backfield like Cornelius Bennet<br>She said, "Mmm, J-Ro yeah!<br>Just let me know the time and I`ll be there"<br>I said, "I`m drunk, tired, hoe, for heaven`s sake<br>Let`s go to Larry Parker`s for a burger and a shake"<br>We got to the place I started stuffin my face<br>Not a bid did I waste, cause it was good to the taste<br>I didn`t wanna get stuck so I said, "What the heck<br>I left my money in the truck so won`t you pick up the check"<br>And the next move, you might think it`s tasteless<br>But I gave her a tip and got ghost with the waitress<br><br>[Xzibit]<br>We rip shows, and hoes drop clothes backstage it`s funny<br>The shit bitches do for money<br>Only jockin on a nigga with his name in lights<br>I`d rather kickback relax and play the shades real tight<br>Yo last time, caught it with this fresh-ass hooker<br>Kept runnin her mouth about what it last meant to her<br>I said, "Look hon, all I gots is blunts, forties<br>A couple of brothers cause I don`t know the kids before me<br>You`re trippin." Dip into the streets to chill<br>Nigga these days, I`m gettin PJ`s, on the freeways<br>It`s lovely, I get home, blaze up another drink<br>of somethin kinda stronger, to make the funk last longer<br>Yo, it`s the one and only who welp the bitches<br>Thinkin they got me but yo they gettin they-self<br>I`m a bomb like the stealth, and hit way up above your wealth<br>You felt the vibe when I tapped that ass<br><br>Chorus