..I just wanna thank you,for bein around and patiently waitin and holdin me down it's (исполнитель: X-Zibit -Thank U)
[Xzibit] Yo, listen, huh [bad word] Xzibit] I just wanna thank you, for bein around And patiently waitin and holdin me down It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me I just wanna thank you, for bein a fan And watchin me grow from a boy to a man It's easy to see, for Mr. X to the Z That without no you, there could be no me [Xzibit] You 'bout to hear some words, that you ain't probably heard With all of these rappers pullin triggers and flippin birds I know it sound absurd, cause they don't tell the [bad word] They prostitutes, [bad word] contaminate the youth But yet I'm guilty of, the things I said above No matter my faults still continue to show me love Naw I ain't perfect mayne, but yet I stay the same I play chess not checkers but this is not a game And this is not a song, and this is not a verse It's not conceived, or simulated or been rehearsed Spent the first half of my life, thinkin that I was cursed Could have been hit with a hollow, follow behind my hearse That wasn't meant for me, I spent a decade makin it what it's 'sposed to be, hopefully brought you close to me All these people approachin me, don't even know the half I could be facin life but X is signin autographs, [bad word] [bad word] [Xzibit] My son's 11 now, I got to see him grow Makin his free throws, the way he laughin at the show Yo he remind me of me, when I was ridin bikes He gon' be taller than me, he got my mother's height But yo you know the difference, between me and them others They say you buggin when I call you my sisters and brothers I coulda missed it all, I coulda dropped the ball Mind of Metallica, [bad word] 'em and "Kill 'All" I used to hustle raw, I used [bad word] the streets I used to hustle heats, I grinded all my beef Most of my homies is gone, restin in peace Some'll never see release from custody of police, but me But nah my little dude get to go to private school And I can do the things my father couldn't afford to do That's what it's 'sposed to do, this is from me to you Support from you and yours, thank you for gettin me through, [bad word] [bad word] [Xzibit] We buried Proof today, it really broke me up to see my brother in that casket, maaan what the [bad word] Media made me angry, I had to soak it up The future is fragile never promised to none of us Hittin so close to home, but what I focused on is how he lived, the lives he touched, the cornerstone We never walk alone, although sometime it seems that nightmares go hand in hand with livin out dreams So let me take this time, from my [bad word] my grind to let you know that I appreciate you by my side It's been a long ride, a lot of long nights lot of long flights, worth every sacrifice soldier of fortune fearless fightin the good fight I never had a plan B, I never lost sight That's why I hit the stage, that's why I kill the mic It's for my fans that's ridin with Xzibit for life, RIGHT! [bad word] [Outro] Thank you, for lettin me breathe For lettin me be who I am, huh, yeah, huh Two little words, y'all never get to hear enough Knahmsayin? Yeah that, hehe.. Yes.. the return Uh-huh.. breathe!