Who Sang The Whole World? Xzibit

Xzibit Full Circle cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2006-10-17
Genre: Hip Hop
length: 4:21
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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 ************s know the name
Legendary classic, *****z be punk ***** and plastic
Wastin' the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!)
But look how strong we are, man I'm a **********in' 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' twenty five times, see your ***** *** later, see'mon!

That ***** 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 ************ 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!

*****z screamin' they the **** but that **** ain't real
I don't need to be the **** cause **** roll downhill
I'm escalatin' aggressively, millions built up in equity
Corporations invest in me, bangin' **** 'til the death of me (yeah!)
Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick
My kid's kids couldn't spend this ****
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
*****z 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 *****
You can't hang with us (no!)
Ashes to ashes and you can't bust
You so popcorn and fake industrious, yeah!


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 *****z 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, **** 'em and flip 'em
I know you hopin' I would fall to the side, or go to Way Side
It ain't a ************ 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)


CD 1
  • 1 Invade My Space
  • 2 Rollin'
  • 3 Ram Part Division
  • 4 Say It to My Face
  • 5 The Donnell Rawlings Show (skit)
  • 6 Scandalous Bitch
  • 7 Concentrate
  • 8 On Bail
  • 9 Family Values
  • 10 Black and Brown
  • 11 The Whole World
  • 12 Poppin' Off
  • 13 Movin' in Your Chucks
  • 14 Thank You

  • Release information
    label: KOCH Records
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 099923412724
    script: Latin