07. Paparazzi

Artist: Xzibit
Album: At the Speed of Life
Song: Paparazzi
Typed by: OHHLA.com {unknown}

1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It’s XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this

[Verse One]
Sometimes I wonder if it’s all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile with Million Dollar lifestyle
and I can feel it as a child growin’ up
the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
that’s why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain’t really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain’t killin shit
it’s not affecting me or the niggaz that I’m chillin with
I don’t believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never SEEN like a cricket
I guess that’s why we never kick it
a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Also claimin that they’re riding but they really turn bitch
It don’t make sense; either you’re a soldier from the start
or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part, like dat

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
It’s a shame, niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame – EXTRA LARGE
It’s a shame, niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame – Paparazzi

[Verse Two]
I don’t need no lights no cameras, just action god dammit
Never no superstar, I’m more like a planet
so my composure is kept while others start to sweat
Emergin from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
Try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
now that’s deep, how deep, It’s deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous, big Bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, vandalous, yo not to be trusted
So how the fuck is you hard not being scared by the boulevard
I’m pulling that card and sayin Gin motherfucker
flowin like liquid, soak it in motherfucker
I’m breakin it down, my sound, surrounds like death
from the West, puttin whole counties to the test
It’s all in perspective, breaker one-nine copy
This is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi


[Verse Three]
Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress, but I just play the back
others going through schemes and pipe dreams for a contract
real tightly rolled, fuck ’em all how I feel
I made a cool half mil before I had a record deal
there for you look and stare like it’s magic
Too much of anything can make you an addict
When devils be startin static, break out the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
Who dare to cross this path – yo, I do ya like math
cut with glass, make a blood bath
So on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
Smoke a lot of blunts with, I dispose of your punk shit
keep it all in perspective – carbon copies
gettin caught up in the Paparazzi


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