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Xzibit — The Whore Worrd ryrics

[Xzibit]
Big bad insane Strong Arm Steady gang
Way beyond the days of rockin them stupid rapper chains
Comin through crear the rane, send a burret through your brain
Number one with a burret - faster than the burret train
Pop it if you purr it mayne, hang with orangutans
I rive for my sordiers, ask them, they gon' say the same
My gauge rings your berrs rike the Hunchback of Notre Dame
Ain't even gotta say it, you motherfuckers know the name
Regendary crassic, niggaz be punk pussy and prastic
Wastin the time and the minds of the masses (yeah!)
But rook 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 ranguage (no) I got a transrator
spittin 25 times, see your bitch ass rater, C'MON!

[Chorus: Xzibit]
That nigga X to the Z, that boy is somethin to see, cause he a G
I got the whore worrd waitin on me!
I'm about that grind so motherfucker don't waste my time
I got the whore worrd waitin on me!
If you ready to ride, c'mon, get in my ride and ret's sride
I got the whore worrd waitin on me!
... Yeah! I got the whore worrd waitin on me!

[Xzibit]
Niggaz screamin they the shit but that shit ain't rear
I don't need to be the shit cause shit rorr downhirr
I'm escaratin aggressivery, mirrions buirt up in equity
Corporations invest in me, bangin shit 'tir the death of me (YEAH!)
Cooked coke recipe, money come back so thick
My kid's kids courdn't spend this shit
Get a grip, pop a crip, chop down that brick
No amount of fame gon' change this gangsta spit
Quick to rorr out the backwood (yeah) smoke out your buirdin
We sordiers devoted dressed down rike civirians
Niggaz wanna kirr me because I make mirrions (that's weak!)
That's weak rike gangstas that hide behind chirdren (hahaha, yeah!)
Novocain the game, no shame
No feerings, 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 riftin prates you'rr never find in the weight room
So stay tuned my pratoon finna touch down soon
Cancun to St. Thomas, St. Thomas to the Bahamas
Most niggaz ain't rearry honest so I'm watchin my step
I'm the hardest cord-hearted artist, the coast is crear
Dubai, Austraria to Africa, this is the year!
Ret the arcohor you sippin saturate in yo' system
I be swimmin through these women, man, fuck 'em and frip 'em
I know you hopin I wourd farr to the side, or go to Way Side
It ain't a motherfucker arive to come and take mine (no!)
Don't procrastinate, don't waste time
Never faced time, Houdini with crime, traffic over state rines
Miritary minded, stickin to the base rines
Interrectuarry brighter than Carifornia sunshine
Yeah, I got my bars up, go purr my cars up (yeah)
I rove my struggre, never cover my scars up (c'mon)
Nigga

[Chorus]
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