Xzibit - Alkaholik Lyrics
[x] cmon[e] xzibit![x] yeah..[e] ahh, ahh, e-dub[xzibit]Its that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let goNiggaz gettin knocked out is part of my showLet em know who they *****in with yo, a rhyme wranglerTri-angular push-up the hillside stranglerDangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balconyNow let his punk ass go, look out below (belowwww)Its a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go downWe officially not *****in aroundStuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshotSo heatbox all day in a nigga faceAnd all you *****es see the dick that you shoulda ate[chorus 2x: xzibit *singing*]Call it what you wanna call itIm a *****in alkaholikBring it if you really want itAint gotta put no extras on it![erick sermon]Yo, Im 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 krs-one to a black copX and es, out for creamGet the money, while you stay broker than al bundyUhh, give it to yall, in any given sundayWith j. foxx name the spot, make it hot(I hate e so much right now!) blow it down hooker bounceCome off the ropes like j. snooka(*x*: two fly mother*****ers) you cant ***** widditBacked by +open bar+, so yall forget it[chorus][j-ro]J-mcenroe, cam smashin, party crashinI eat mcs like a rationIm sockin niggaz in they goateesI leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophiesIm in the room with 10 gs, countin ten gsCause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it? )Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez 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 the gallons[tash]Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushinSince Im too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutchesAnd still rush the roughest mc who wanna get itForget it, its likwit, tha liks and, xzibitCa-tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzleI slap *****es on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzleI shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistantYou wack and Im ca-tash and thats the mother*****in 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 thats +restless+(thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and thats the mother*****in guestlist![chorus]
