Xzibit – Alkaholik

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[x] c?mon
[e] xzibit!
[x] yeah
[e] ahh, ahh, e-dub

It´s that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let ´em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out below (belowwww)
It´s a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So heatbox all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

[chorus 2x: xzibit *singing*]
Call it what you wanna call it
I´m a fuckin alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain´t gotta put no extras on it!

[erick sermon]
Yo, I´m in the zone, and lyrically gone
Got the spot blown, boom! oklahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and flaunt it
Kidnap t lewis and jimmy jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop
Do a krs-one to a black cop
X and e?s, out for cream
Get the money, while you stay broker than al bundy
Uhh, give it to y?all, in any given sunday
With j foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate e so much right now!) blow it down hooker bounce
Come off the ropes like j snooka
(*x*: two fly motherfuckers) you can´t fuck widdit
Backed by +open bar+, so y?all forget it


J-mcenroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat mc?s like a ration
I´m sockin niggaz in they goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I´m in the room with 1- g?s, countin ten g?s
Cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell it? )
Now we need ten dimes, to blow on deez like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much captain mo? all I need is a parrot
You took the alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
You underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons

Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I´m too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches
And still rush the roughest mc who wanna get it
Forget it, it´s likwit, tha liks and, xzibit
Ca-tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I´m ca-tash and that´s the motherfuckin difference
For instance, 21 and over set your clocks back
(tick tock tick tock) still standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we still young guns that´s +restless+
(thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that´s the motherfuckin guestlist!






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