Birds Eye View (feat. Catashtraphe & J-RO)

Ayy, what's happenin'?
(Ha-ha-ha) Where you going' baby? Haha, haa!
What nigga?
(Yo, let's start the show) Yeah!
What you looking for?
(Xzibit! Xzibit, man, you look fucked up, man! You look fucked up, I'm tellin' you!)
Ha!

Yo, when it come to shit like this
I always get it right the first time
Player haters and snakes waiting for mistakes (Uh)
But that's the breaks, the highs and lows of the industry
D.I.T.C. and X to the Z, yeah (Get it crackin'!)
Get it crackin' to the third degree
Xzibit breakin' niggas down like H.I.V (Say what?)
We bring rap to your city like B.E.T
But still feel California is the place to be, Catastrophe

The Alkaholiks back to fry you extra crispy (Woo!)
With the skills that make the plots, to try to diss me extra risky (That's right!)
'Cause the time it takes to (Infiltrate)
And stop my forward motion (Huh!)
California will have broken off and fell into the ocean (Huh!)
'Cause I rocked around the world with my ill type skill (Woo! A'ight?)
Step for real, or I'll leave your grill scarred like Seal (Uh, uh-huh)
'Cause I regulate the sections where the drink is getting blended
Certified bartender, so catch this 40 when I send it your way (Woo!)

Niggas that hustle till the daylight break
Go to county 20 times, still can't go straight (Nope)
Don't nothing in the motherfucking world come free (Nope)
Never see a nine to five cause it just ain't me (Yo, yo, It's like this)
Xzibit shall hustle, lift, build muscle (Yeah!)
And think like Russell
Survive and bring it live and direct
To any crowd throughout the world like this (Woo!)
Come home and smoke a spliff in the Benz with Swift

Yo, I'm fucked up, J-Ro
Yeah, I'm fucked up too Yeah!
Looking at these bitches from a bird's eye view (Ha!)
My name is J-Ro from the Likwit Crew (Ha!)
So what, nigga, is it you wanna do? (Uh, yeah)
I'm fucked up, J-Ro
Yeah, I'm fucked up too Yeah!
Lookin' at this money from a bird's eye view
It's J-Ro baby from the Likwit Crew (Ha!)
So what, nigga, is it you wanna do? (Uh, uh, uh)

Yo, my flow is metaphorical, historically correct (Ha!)
What do you expect from a nigga with my intellect?
East coast (East Coast!) representing West coast gangster (West Coast!)
Nah, I ain't tripping, I call up King Tee, we go dipping (Ha)
Through the streets pumping hardcore Likwit beats
Flowing air, blowing, lounging in them leather seats
Thinking back on how we used to rock the house party (Ha)
Now we just fuckin' it up for everybody (Yeah!)

How dare you try to compare yourself to the original
Professional Xzibit break you down like correctional facilities
Limit all capabilities, motherfuck MC's (Yo, yo, Motherfuck MC's, say what?)
Hard to read like Japanese
Spread like disease so I can't be stopped (Woo!)
By who you run with, your clique or the bitch ass cops
Xzibit first LP, it hit your block like crack rock (Ha, uh-huh)
I'm blowing up your spot by remote, it's the cut-throat

I'm from Crystal-ifornia, I warned ya I'd be on ya (Uh)
I'm off the wall like velvet paintings, make your mama mourn ya (Uh-huh) (Woo!)
The Ro is outer national, cold as Henne-sota
I smoke 12 MC's a day just to fill my quota (Yeah!) (Ha, ha)
From Forty Ohio all the way to Ore-gin
Buddy, my fingers are bloody, now I'm Washing-ten (Ha!)
I clown from Brew-york down to May-tai-ami (Uh-huh)
I soak up game like a shammy, understand me?

I'm fucked up, Tash
Yeah, I'm fucked up too, ah!
Looking down on these bitches from a bird's eye view
Catastrophe is in the house I'm from the Likwit Crew
What, so what, nigga, is it you wanna do?
Ayo, I'm fucked up Tash!
Yeah, I'm fucked up too
Looking down on your mums from a bird's eye view
Catastrophe is in the house I'm from the Likwit Crew (Huh, ha!)
So what, nigga, is it you wanna do?

So Elizabeth it's MC's that's comin' to join ya
Some will be from NYC and some will be from California (Ha!)
'Cause I drop the lyrics on you from
(Beneath the Earth's surface)
Where I write rhymes so fresh I try to bite my own verses (Woo!)
Cause the purpose of my flow is to let you know
My style is badder than the water down in Mexico
Cause RICO blend styles like juice and gins (Uh-huh)
I got the Likwit shit that leave you seeing double like the Twins

Ayo, I'm fucked up, G
Ayo, I'm fucked up too
Mr. X to the Z from the Likwit Crew (Ha!)
Looking down on them niggas from a bird's eye view, yeah
Hah, so what, nigga, is it you wanna do? Ha, ha

Mr. X to the Z (I'm fucked up too) Likwit MC
(Lookin' at these bitches from a bird's eye view) Huh, yeah
D.I.T.C., and the motherfuckin' house in '96 and '7 (E-Swift from the Likwit Crew)
Check it out like this, like this, like that
Yeah, yo, yo, yeah
(Ooh, shit!)

(Man, this nigga's fucked up, your Swift, ayy, your Swift)
Ay, yo (Fuck's wrong with this nigga?)
Ay, Joao Marie (Put your hands up!) We some paper towels or somethin', man
(Ah-hahaha, ayy, somebody get a mop in this motherfucker)
Ayo, Xzibit, ayy get up man, you gotta do this next cut, man
(This nigga that dropped this bottle on the floor man, threw up all over the place)
Xzibit, Xzibit wake up! Yo, ay Joao Marie, ayy-ayo, get us some paper towels man, man, some ice
(And call the paramedics, or sum'n, man, this nigga's fucked up)
(Ayy, hand me the scissors, I'm 'bout to cut his hair while he's sleepin') (Ayy, he didn't, ayy)
(He didn't finish this bottle)