They Hate Change – X-Ray Spex Lyrics

 

X-Ray Spex Lyrics by They Hate Change

 

Set
Breaking a Break in a half, Dre told me spin it back
We finna make it into some new shit that
You ain’t heard or had
Where y’all at with it?
Gulf Coast, Cuban Toast, Guava Cheese, Palm Leafs, uh-huh
GOLF Tee, Golf Whip, Slide Like Ski’s on them Backstreets

Look, I can’t complain about the pain, I treat that shit like luxury
I’m where you ‘posed to be
44 all black euro slizzered across the beach
Fuck them diamond pieces, who ridin’ without them leases?
I bet that this V Dub wagon gon’ send ’em packing
Who ’bout that action?
Get that paper then split them dividends
N***** be talking that, don’t be about shit
Run it up
Who gon’ keep up?
Tell them boys speak up
We in ya speakers, hold up

I said now
N***** clique-hopping, who is this?
I don’t know, you better step
Shut it down, know my rep
My shit popping, ain’t a threat
Hypnotize ’em with the specs
X-Ray right through your vest
Synthesizer on my chest
We do science with these tracks

I said now
N***** clique-hopping, who is this?
I don’t know, you better step
Shut it down, know my rep
My shit popping, ain’t a threat
Hypnotize ’em with the specs
X-Ray right through your vest
Synthesizer on my chest
We do science with these tracks

Sipping Carpano, looking up autos
You ain’t gotta ask why I’m going full throttle
Rock one gold tooth just like Eno
Might do the whole front just like Sarge-O
All these old n***** starting to Look so Hollow, but we know the business
Stuck to code while was n***** folding and they losing they digits
No disrespect, but I think it’s time for a brand new image
All them Beatmakers in Sportswear need a brand new gimmick
So sick of that
320KBPS, change, move diskettes on the repress
Came to your set but I must confess
We heard your shit but we not impressed

Uh, fuck who talking, I bet that they starving
I hope they don’t need we, ignore ’em completely
My splits looking gorgeous, my smile covered in roses
London bridges they frosted, while y’all fronted we flaunted
ChangeSet we on it

Fenty all on my face, vintage jeans on my waist, taste
Champagne with the Grand Mariner, back in the back in the days
You was du-raged up tryin’ to make waves, I was tryin’ to maintain
Bustin’ off raps, couple sacks for the petty change
Address change, the tally insane
Buy it and flip it, wrap it and ship it
I was never one for tellin’ folks my business
But I know you seen what we did with them digits
We did it on our own, n****, why would we split it?
You n***** is trippin’, I swear

I said now
N***** clique-hopping, who is this?
I don’t know, you better step
Shut it down, know my rep
My shit popping, ain’t a threat

Uh, yeah they thought we lost it, had to bring it back
They fronted on us, they can’t take that back
We be in your scene chargin’ double fees
Broke some bread with some friends now them boys enemies
Get up off of this-this, this ain’t what you want this
Pressure cook ’em, we’s a BM
Hunt ’em down, we bust his shit
Hide the wisdom in the pain
Fuck the fame, we want the real cheese
Caught him sleepin’, change the predic’