Xzibit released his second album, 40 Dayz & 40 Nightz, on August 25, 1998; it peaked at number 53 on the Billboard 200. The album also contained the single "What U See Is What U Get", which peaked at #50 on the Billboard Hot 100. The album's success caught attention from West Coast rapper Dr. Dre who acted as the executive producer on Xzibit's third album, Restless, which was released on December 12, 2000.
Restless debuted at number 14 on the Billboard 200 and was later certified platinum in the U.S. The album contained the singles "Front 2 Back", "X", and "Get Your Walk On". His follow-up album Man vs. Machine (2002) also enjoyed success; it debuted at number 3 on the Billboard 200 and was certified gold. Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004) also became certified gold. After the release of Full Circle in 2006, Xzibit underwent a hiatus, not releasing music until the release of his seventh studio album Napalm on October 9, 2012. Since 2013, he is part of the hip-hop supergroup Serial Killers.
Xzibit has also gained fame as an actor and television host, for his role as Shyne Johnson in the television series Empire, and as the host for the reality television series Pimp My Ride. He has starred in the films Gridiron Gang (2006), The X-Files: I Want to Believe (2008), Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans (2009) and Sun Dogs (2017).
Full Wikipedia article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Xzibit
Studio albums
At the Speed of Life (1996)
40 Dayz & 40 Nightz (1998)
Restless (2000)
Man vs. Machine (2002)
Weapons of Mass Destruction (2004)
Full Circle (2006)
Napalm (2012)
King Maker (2022)
Tough Guy
Xzibit Lyrics
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And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular x to the zizzle
That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker
Yeah!
Thought you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
Check it
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
(Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches
(Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip
(Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi
Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
Huh! Properties or blocks, we control 'em
(Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers freddy
My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em
(Ha!) then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison
Huh! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
(Ha!) see through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you
(Ha!) it seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue
Thought you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
Yup! Yo
Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge
I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em barney and fred
I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread
The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head
Brutal bustin, it's the x to the z, we chart climbin
You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin
Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll
Be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Rich itala heels, roberto cavali glasses
Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out
Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out
(Huhhh!) yeah, cause my grind don't quit
I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips
I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick
That you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon
Thought you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
Yeah, check it
I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!)
Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!)
'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill
A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (we still)
'Ll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (refill)
You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build
Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (we will!)
Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a kraftmatic
Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck
Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Niggaz you never forget
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant
But in real life they so soft and so delicate
Thought you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
The song "Tough Guy" by Xzibit is an aggressive and boastful track in which he challenges anyone who thinks they're tough to prove it. He boasts about his numerous cars, women, and guns while also warning his enemies that he's not to be messed with. The lyrics are violent and graphic, with Xzibit describing in detail how he will attack and kill anyone who tests him. The chorus repeats the question "Thought you was a tough guy?" followed by a gunshot, emphasizing the danger and ruthlessness of Xzibit's character.
Overall, the lyrics of "Tough Guy" paint a picture of a violent and dangerous man who is not to be trifled with. Xzibit portrays himself as a dominant force, with the power and resources to take on anyone who crosses him. While the lyrics may be unsettling to some listeners, they serve to illustrate Xzibit's prowess as a rapper and his ability to create vivid and compelling narratives.
Line by Line Meaning
Aiyyo it's the immaculate conception busta bus himself
Introducing himself as a successful and respected artist
And nuttin other than the godfather, spectacular x to the zizzle
Further emphasizing his success and popularity
That's what the fuck it is, 'nuff said
Asserting his dominance and making it clear that he doesn't need to explain himself further
I want to see you motherfuckers put your hands up
Encouraging the audience to participate and get hyped
Stretch bitch like you doin aerobics motherfucker
Demanding that the audience move and dance
Thought you was a tough guy? (Boom!)
Challenging someone who thinks they're tough
When I put one right in ya head, now tell me what you think you is now
Asking what someone thinks of themselves after being humbled by him
(A top dollar biller, a rottweiler, a killer)
Listing characteristics that he associates with himself and his image
(Slap the shit out a nigga tryin to copy my style)
Expressing a desire to protect his unique and original style from imitators
Check it
Getting the audience's attention for a new verse
I got cars (many) switches (many) hoes and (many) bitches
Listing material possessions that he has accumulated
(Many) huh, bodies that's buried in holes of many ditches
Boasting about his supposed power and violence
(Many, many) homes, plenty chrome up on my whip
Continuing to boast about material possessions
(Plenty) stop for you make me run up on your block and cock the semi
Threatening his enemies with violence
Ready, any, nigga front I hold it steady
Claiming that he is always ready for any situation
I (cock) back (pop) the ratchet and spill your spaghetti
Describing the violent aftermath of a gunshot
Huh! Properties or blocks, we control 'em
Boasting about his supposed control and power
(Many, many) glocks know how I kill all your soldiers freddy
Claiming that he is capable of taking down any rival
My machete (huh) will cut niggaz like I ain't really like 'em
Describing the brutality of his violence towards his enemies
(Ha!) then carve a nigga meat deep like I'm killin a bison
Continuing to describe his violent fantasies
Huh! Tyson, animal instinct the way I will beat you
Comparing himself to the famous boxer in terms of his fighting skills
Got (many) shots and (plenty) spots for them bullets to eat you
Boasting about his seemingly endless supply of ammunition
(Ha!) see through (huh) them holes them bullets'll leave in between you
Describing the damage that his bullets can cause
(Ha!) it seems you, got left to die slow all up inside the venue
Threatening his enemies with death
Yup! Yo
Transitioning to a new verse
Orangutangin slangin, I'm hangin over the edge
Describing his personal style and behavior
I rock two 40 glocks, I call 'em barney and fred
Boasting about his weapons and giving them nicknames
I stay hungry like I'm only fed water and bread
Describing his drive and ambition
The king of the castle get at you, screamin off witcha head
Boasting about his power and influence
Brutal bustin, it's the x to the z, we chart climbin
Referencing his success and asserting his dominance
You see my name next to that diamond, it's all timin
Boasting about a successful record or achievement
Hit you in the stomach, with somethin your face and feet'll
Threatening violence towards an enemy
Be touchin to have your bones start crackin and bustin
Describing the resulting damage from a violent attack
To my women who be workin them jeans with fat asses
Changing the subject to admiring women
Rich itala heels, roberto cavali glasses
Describing his preferred fashion choices
Come to my hideout, let me pimp your ride out
Inviting women to his home and offering to make improvements to their cars
Hit your backside, tear your spine out and slide out
Making a sexual reference and adding a violent twist to it
(Huhhh!) yeah, cause my grind don't quit
Talking about his dedication and hard work
I'm a walkin franchise with them extra clips
Boasting about his success and earnings
I keep the bread roll thick, do lines so sick
Talking about his wealth and talent as a rapper
That you can cut 'em with a razor blade, sniff the shit, c'mon
Boasting about his lyrical ability and encouraging others to appreciate it
I tell you (no lie) bitch nigga you (gon' die - kill or be killed!)
Making a direct threat towards someone he considers an enemy
Or get bodied just because you (walked by - nigga be still!)
Asserting his violent tendencies and warning people not to cross him
'Fore the trigger go off and a (shot fly) and the shit'll be ill
Describing what will happen if someone crosses him and triggers his violence
If the shot turn your stomach to a (pot pie) nigga we spill
Brutally describing what will happen after he shoots someone
A little liquor for the homey muh'fucka (we still)
Making a toast to someone who has died
'Ll make a nigga leak blood, 'til he need a (refill)
Describing the violence and brutality of his attacks
You try to be a tough guy, and complicate what I build
Seeing others as a challenge or threat to his success
Somebody don't beat the shit out this muh'fucka (we will!)
Encouraging his crew to take action against a perceived threat or enemy
Asthmatic, dramatic, fold you like a kraftmatic
Boasting about his abilities as a rapper and his control over others
Heavy metal press hittin your chest like a train wreck
Describing the power of his attacks
Command respect, throw it one time for your set on deck
Encouraging respect from others and showing loyalty to his own crew
Niggaz you never forget
Reminding others of the power and presence he brings
I set up precedents, homey you never snitch, hide the evidence
Boasting about his success as a criminal and his ability to avoid getting caught
Dummies dig ditches, they dyin for dead presidents
Describing his enemies and the lengths they will go to for money
The big screen make 'em seem large like an elephant
Commenting on the image and perception of criminals in popular culture
But in real life they so soft and so delicate
Dismissing the perceived toughness of his enemies and asserting his own strength
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Written by: Alvin Joyner, Tony Louis Cottrell, Trevor Smith, Jonathan Rotem
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