Alkaholik (feat. Erik Sermon, J Ro & Tash)

C'mon, Xzibit! (Yeah)

E-Dub

It's that millennium 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 ten 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 underwater 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

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