Текст песни Xzibit - Whole World

Full Circle
Жанр: West Coast Rap
Исполнитель: Xzibit
Альбом: Full Circle
Длительность: 04:21
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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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