X-Zibit

X-Zibit - The Whole World lyrics

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[Xzibit]

Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang

Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains

Comin through clear the lane, send a bullet through your brain

Number one with a bullet - faster than the bullet train

Pop it if you pull it mayne, hang with orangutans

I live for my soldiers, ask them, they gon' say the same

My gauge rings your bells like the Hunchback of Notre Dame

Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name

Legendary classic, niggaz be punk pussy and plastic

Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!)

But look how strong we are, man I'm a motherfuckin star

Every week I cop a house and a car

The mini-mansion off in Vegas with the vanquish

That's where I mastermind my situations, determination and patience

We don't speak the same language (no) I got a translator

spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass later, C'MON!



[Chorus: Xzibit]

That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G

I got the whole world waitin on me!

I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time

I got the whole world waitin on me!

If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and let's slide

I got the whole world waitin on me!

... Yeah!  I got the whole world waitin on me!



[Xzibit]

Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't real

I don't need to be the shit cause shit roll downhill

I'm escalatin aggressively, millions built up in equity

Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'til the death of me (YEAH!)

Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick

My kid's kids couldn't spend this shit

Get a grip, pop a clip, chop down that brick

No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit

Quick to roll out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buildin

We soldiers devoted dressed down like civilians

Niggaz wanna kill me because I make millions (that's weak!)

That's weak like gangstas that hide behind children (hahaha, yeah!)

Novocain the game, no shame

No feelings, no names, no numbers, naw bitch

You can't hang with us (no!)

Ashes to ashes and you cain't bust

You so popcorn and fake industrious, YEAH!



[Chorus]



[Xzibit]

Yeah... yeah, whattup Key?

I'm liftin plates you'll never find in the weight room

So stay tuned my platoon finna touch down soon

Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas

Most niggaz ain't really honest so I'm watchin my step

I'm the hardest cold-hearted artist, the coast is clear

Dubai, Australia to Africa, this is the year!

Let the alcohol you sippin saturate in yo' system

I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and flip 'em

I know you hopin I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side

It ain't a motherfucker alive to come and take mine (no!)

Don't procrastinate, don't waste time

Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state lines

Military minded, stickin to the base lines

Intellectually brighter than California sunshine

Yeah, I got my bars up, go pull my cars up (yeah)

I love my struggle, never cover my scars up (c'mon)

Nigga



[Chorus]





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