• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Hate Train - Metallica
• Hit & Run - Xzibit
• How We Do? - Trina
• Hit & Run - Magnum
• Hit & Run - Tha Alkaholiks
• Hit & Run - Rayvon
• Hit & Run - Vanity Project

Hate Is A Train
That Thunders Aimless Through My Head
And Hate Is The Fame
Chained To The Wheel Until I'm Dead
Rage Is A Flame
Creates A Touch To Boil The Seas
And Rage Is To Blame
Forever Sorry I Shall Be
And From A Darkness I Descend
Clenching A Torch Of Sweet Revenge
You Took Away Tomorrow, Still I Stand
I Ride Into The Sorrow, Still I Stand
You Took Away Tomorrow, Still I Stand
Straight Down Into The Sorrow, But Still I Stand
Wrath Is The Name
Branding Suffer Onto You
And Wrath Takes The Shame
And Holds Me Down Until Its Through
And From A Darkness I Descend
Clenching A Torch Of Sweet Revenge
You Took Away Tomorrow, Still I Stand
I Ride Into The Sorrow, Still I Stand
You Took Away Tomorrow, Still I Stand
I Sink Into The Sorrow, But Still I Stand
And Hate Is A Train
A Beast Awakened By Your Call
And Hate Is A Train
A Beast That Never Slows At All
And From A Darkness I Descend
Clenching A Torch Of Sweet Revenge
Burst Into Flame, The Bitter End
And Shake The Gates Of Hell Again
I'm Left To Drown In Sorrow...
You Took Away Tomorrow, Still I Stand
I Ride Into The Sorrow, Still I Stand
You Took Away Tomorrow, Still I Stand

?Baby, do me a favor, call up Xzibit for me?
?Allo??, ?Hello, Xzibit??, ?Yeah, yeah, what's up??
?Hold on one second, okay??, ?Alright?
?Xzibit??, ?Hey, what's up??, ?It's Ron, Hightower?
?Ah, what's up, dude, what's going down??
?Hey, nigga, it ain't nothing but a party?
?Yo, shit, it's going down??, ?Hey, let me tell you something
I got some ladies over here, you know?
?Hi, Xzibit?, ?What's up??, ?Hehe, see what I'm saying
They were just trying, you know, to tell you hello and shit
But listen why don't you do this, when you're done over there
Why don't you come here and shit, you know what I'm saying?
That way they can tell you hello in person?
?Ah, alright, you want me to bring you something?
?Hey, bring yourself, I'm sure they can handle the rest
You know what I mean??
?Yeah, yeah, alright, I'll be over there in a minute?
?Peace?, ?Alright?
It's a lazy Sunday night, Xzibit posted at the lab
Getting high as a kite, proceed to roll the light
It's real tight in a paper, Philly Blunts I don't need
It might fuck off the taste of this bomb ass weed
My nigga Tango and Breeze
Came through, we blaze a few
Together bored as fuck, niggas down for whatever
Break left from the bomb, phone call from Ron Hightower
Shower at his crib in a hour
All the women involved drop drawers
Don't say nothing, just a lotta nutting
Fucking plus dick sucking
Goddamn, who was that? Half black with the fat ass
Too much to ask if you can put them on the glass
(For me)
My name's Xzibit, I ain't trying to spit game
Just tell me your name and the proportions of your frame
(38, 26, 32)
That's right
Xzibit now has it popping on Sunday night
I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes
All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes
I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes
All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes
You knew the game and you still ended up on your back
Bitches get laid like tracks, break it down like that
With stacks of prophylactics
Got ill tactics just to get you on the mattress like yo
With minimal conversation, no time wasting
Only hard penetration, getting shiners on recliners
Cumming in your faces, stop, get on top
I take your mind different places
Won't be satisfied 'til I hit every race
Color and creed in deed
All I need is weed a fly steez
Who ain't afraid to take the lead
A little dirt on your knees
Looked over, saw Breeze
Laid out on the couch, about to let it all out
Nigga, that's the kinda shit that I'm talking about
I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes
All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes
I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes
All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes
I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes
All we really wanna do is try to fuck these hoes
I don't wanna save 'em, pay 'em or buy clothes

Icy blue rocks on my arm I shop at Malone for Louie Vinton
The diamond diva miss Cinderella, Versace gown by Donna Tella
And can't none of these hoes out floss me
Gator boots by Sergio Rossi
Ms. Trina I got to splurge, figure 8 frame baby watch the curves
Walk in the club don't waste no time
Hit the bar up two cases of wine
Cute face thin waste line
Drop to the beat pop to the base line
To all my girls that's kickin it
You got Chris in yo glass and you sippin it
You bout money and you gettin it
We tight that's right. Uh
(Hey) This how we do!
(Hooo) Yall can't deny
(Hey) This how we do (whoa)
I'm the baddest far from the average (Hey)
Diamond Princess (whoa)
Ghetto F-a-b (hey)
This how we do (whoa)
I like my ladies off the glass like shotin off the back board
Sexiest mommies beautiful as black broads
Cutest rude girl, thick as Caucasian
Pretty as Cape Verdean, slick as Malatians
Ask them let them bitches say yes sir
Young and live among riches in West Jerve
Switch in the excurve
Strut through this bitch in the best furs
Bitch in a Lex Jerse
Twin gray crosses (bling) I'm the might cone
Brightly chrome vendaidoes
Cover your girl face
From the Bruce Lee Roy glow
On a mother a pearl face
All I do is say one word
Yall say it's foolish
I send splurge
I'm a lose 1/3
I never go broke my name got to o's
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Nice lips, nice thighs, nice hips
Pussy tighter then a pair of vice grips
I don't pay niggas, niggas pay me
(I'm a hustler baby) like Jay-Z
It's the diamond princess million dollar mistress
From the M-I home of the stop bitches
Christal, and caviar bitches, twist this game for all you fly bitches
I Spit nuttin but the hot shit, you got the four dot get the four dot six
Maybe than you can ride with a hot bitch
VS from the anklet to the wrist
I been in the game just two years
End a few careers there it is
But now I'm back on top again

You're walking the street
You're in need of someone's sympathy
And someone you meet
Helps to pass the time just perfectly
'Cause she takes you by the hand
Takes you to the promised land
And gives you her love
You're drinking alone
Shadowed by your own uncertainty
But you'd like to be shown
Everything you've never dared to see
Then she takes you by the hand
Takes you to the promised land
And gives you her love
The damage is done
Taking love on the run
You can buy your romance
So you jump at the chance

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

[Intro x2:]
I'm a honey hound
I'm a player on the prowl
I don't mess around
Cause I got to lay you down
[Verse 1:]
Just like a story in a magazine
Tear jerking movie that we all have seen
Was like an angel if you know what I mean
I wasn't staid by this Nubian Queen
See I'm a player, a honey hound
My feet are normally on solid ground
A thief of hearts, I've stolen many crowns
Now I'm the victim of the turn around
[Chorus:]
All I really wanted was to hit and run
How she did me I could swear she was the one
Never thought I'd be the one to feel so used
Now I'm standing here girl and I'm so confused
All I really wanted was to hit and run
How she did me I could swear she was the one
I was thinking this was a one night stand
Never really plan to be your man
[Verse 2:]
It's too conflicting, it just can't be right(ME)
Despite the fact that we've become so tight
I know you wanna make me see the light
But I can't stop from putting up a fight
Through heart of stone, I don't have much to give
Hitting (getting) honies, that's the way I live
I make my money and I spend my bills
Be hitting slots and putting in my bids
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
You got me caught in this web and it's giving me hell
(I can't believe that this is happening)
You're putting things in my head and I'm confused can't you tell
(I can't believe that this is happening)
[Verse 1]
[Chorus: reversal of section]
All I really wanted was to hit and run
How she did me I could swear she was the one
Never thought I'd be the one to feel so used
Now I'm standing here girl and I'm so confused
All I really wanted was to hit and run
How she did me I could swear she was the one
I was thinking this was a one night stand

Protest Song
Everybody sang along
Now they pan and scan
And edit out the everyman
Nothing matters, consensus scatters, it's all irrelevent now
A soul redemption, the Last Temptation
Goodbye, farewell, ciao
Oh yeah
Hit and Run
Everybody knows who won
If you're the chosen son
Then you won't even need a gun
The music died
The singer lied
The market lives
The chairmen hide
I have heard the sotto voce threats are coming true
Whilst disenfranchized franchize holders
Take it all from you
Oh yeah
Hit and Run
Everybody knows who won
If you're the chosen son