Don't let it go to waste, I love it but I hate the taste Weight keepin' me down Done done and I'm on to the next one Done done on to the next one All my life I've been searching for something Something never comes never leads to nothing Nothing satisfies

And niggas wonder why I sit up in the club and drink Say what's up to Xzibit and I still don't speak I'm trying to contemplate the next move to make Intro: Xzibit, I really wish I could you know at twenty-one youknowhatI'msayin',he he, yo yo [I'ma tell

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it? 'Bout it, 'bout it Your body, your body is pure gold Is you 'bout it, 'bout it The way you prove you're 'bout it girl Stop telling those lies about me girl I might just call you back one day Swear to God, might fuck with this

And then it's all gone One minute you're on top Making your heart stop The next you're not, watch it drop Just before you hit the floor The next you're not, missed your shot You think you've won Now it's all gone There are just too many times that people

Return to sender, return to sender Return to sender, address unknown She wrote upon it No such number, no such zone I gave a letter to the postman, he put it his sack Bright in early next morning, he brought my letter back We had a quarrel, a lover's

Still you wonder Who's cheatin' who, who's being true Who don't even care anymore It makes you wonder Who's doing right with someone tonight And who's car is parked next door Everywhere you look you can write a book On the trouble of a woman and a man

Scream your lungs out You don't have to wait forever It's the next disaster Await for laughter Save all your prayers I think we're lost today There's no morning after No one's around to blame So say goodbye to the world

I will not vanish and you will not scare me Try to get through it, try to bounce to it All the while thinking I might as well do it They be lovin' someone and I'm not that stupid Take the next ticket to take the next train Why would I do it? And you

It's a sin for you to get a Mexican divorce One day married, next day free Broken hearts for you and me Down below El Paso lies Juarez Mexico is different, like a travel folder says Cross the Rio Grande and you will find An old adobe house Where you

I need to hold the corner and then slow whine it One time, yeah Oh-oh-oh-oh Want me to feel like I'm new Want me to watch you do you Don't, girl, you look so nice But you're not nice, you're rude Look what you're putting me through I'd never do this to