Xzibit – Paparazzi




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 seem 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


It’s a shame

niggaz in the rap game

only for the money and the fame


It’s a shame

niggaz in the rap game

only for the money and the fame

Paparazzi (2x)

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

A merchant 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, Vandelous

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 muthafuckar

flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar

I’m breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf

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, forgot 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