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Alkaholik
feat. Erick Sermon, Tha Alkaholiks) [X] C'mon
[X] Yeah.. [E] Ahh, ahh, E[E] Xzibit! [Xzibit]
It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show TriLet 'em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangler 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 (hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box So heatbox all day in a nigga face
and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate Call it what you wanna call it [Chorus 2X&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 Yo, I bang a nigga head til his neck pop Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Do a KRSUhh, give it to y'all, in "Any Given Sunday" X and E's, out for cream Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy 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 Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [
[JJI'm sockin niggaz in they goatees I eat MC's like a ration 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 underground, we under water drinkin liquid by the gallons You took the Alkaholik challenge, and lost your balance
[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 CaI slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle For instance, "21 and Over" set your clocks back You wack and I'm CaI shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant (Tick tock tick tock) Still standin where the rocks at Two(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the motherfuckin guestlist!
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