Alkaholik (feat. Erick Sermon, J-Ro & Tash)

(Come on) Xzibit (yeah) E-Dub It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggas gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let them 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 (below) 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 With my fresh pressed khakis and a slingshot So heatbox all day in a nigga face And all you bitches see the dick that you should've ate Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fucking Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fucking Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it 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 Es, out for the cream Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy Uh, 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. Snuka (Two fly motherfuckers) you can't fuck with it Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget it Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fucking Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fucking Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it J-McEnroe, cam smashin', party crashin' I eat MCs like a ration I'm sockin' niggas in their goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies I'm in the room with 10 Gs, counting ten Gs 'Cause we need a bag of weed (can you smell weed?) 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' liquor by the gallons Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin', head rushin' If I'm too drunk to walk, I'll 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 pits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistent 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) Still standin' where the rocks at 2001, we still young guns that's Restless (30 niggas, 60 hoes) and that's the motherfuckin' guest list Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fucking Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it Call it what you wanna call it I'm a fucking Alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it