Xzibit: alcoholic

Lyrics below![X]Cmon[E]Xzibit![X]Yeah .[E]Ahh.... E-Dub[Xzibit]It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let goNiggaz gettin knocked out is part of my showLet em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wranglerTri-angular, push off the hillside stranglerDangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balconyNow let his punk ass go, look out below (BELOWWWW)It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go downWe officially not fuckin aroundStuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshotSo beatbox all day in a nigga faceAnd all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate[Chorus: Xzibit]Call it what you wanna call itI'm a fuckin AlkaholikBring it if you really want itAin't gotta put no extras on itCall it what you wanna call itI'm a fuckin AlkaholikBring it if you realli want itAin't gonna put no extras on it[Erick Sermon]Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyrically goneGot the spot blown, BOOM! OklahomaWatch the aroma, catch those who love meMy underground dirty cats on dune buggiesI be the type to take your watch and flaunt itKidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on itYo, I bang a nigga head til his neck popDo a KR's one to a black copX and E's, out for cream, get the moneyWhile you stay broker than Al BundyUhh, give it to yall, in Any Given SundayWith J. Fox namin tha spot, make it hot(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down nigga, bouncecome off the ropes like J. Snooka(Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widditBacked by Open Bar, so y'all forget it[Chorus][J-Ro]J McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashinI eat MC's like a rationI'm sockin niggaz in their goateesI leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophiesI'm in the room with 10 G's, countin ten G'sCause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it?)Now we need ten dimes, to blow on these like wind chimesTime to close the blinds cause you all in minesI bought a bottle for the session, and did not share itDrink so much Captain Mo' all I need is a parrotYou took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balanceYou underground, we under water drinkin liquid by tha gallons[Tash]Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushinSince I'm too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutchesand still rush the roughest MC who wanna get itForget it, it's liquid, don't mix it, XzibitCa-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzleI slap bitches on the ass, I slap pimps about the muzzleI shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistantYou wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfuckin differenceFor instance, 21 and over, set your clocks back(Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks atTwo-thousand-one, we still young guns that's restless(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist[Chorus]

Channel: Music
Uploaded: May 5, 2007 at 11:16 am
Author: jottnegen

Length: 03:39
Rating: 4.85
Views: 951781

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