Alkaholik lyrics

Artist  : Xzibit 
Song : Alkaholik



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[X] C'mon
[E] Xzibit!
[X] Yeah..
[E]
Ahh, ahh, E-Dub

[Xzibit]
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

[Chorus]

[J-Ro]
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 10 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

[Tash]
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!

[Chorus]