Alkaholic ( Featuring Erick Sermon And J-Ro & Tash Of The Liks ) Lyrics By Xzibit | Video Song

Artist/Band Name: Xzibit

Album Name: Miscellaneous

Genre: Hip Hop/Rap

Lyrics To Alkaholic ( Featuring Erick Sermon And J-Ro & Tash Of The Liks )

C’mon, Xzibit, 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
Triangular push-up the Hillside Strangler

Dangle a nigga by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk ass go, look out 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 in a slingshot
So heat box all day in a nigga face
An’ all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate

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

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

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Yo, I’m in the zone an’ 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 an’ flaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis an’ Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head ’til his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a ‘Black Cop’

X an’ E’s out for the cream
Get the money while you stay broker than Al Bundy
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
Two fly motherfuckers, you can’t fuck widdit
Backed by ‘Open Bar’, so y’all forget it

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

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

J. McEnroe, cam smashin’, party crashin’
I eat MCs like a ration
I’m sockin’ niggaz in they goatees
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies

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I’m in the room with 10 G’s, countin’ 10 G’s
‘Cause we need a bag of weed, can you smell it?
Now we need ten dimes to blow on these like wind chimes
Time to close the blinds ’cause you all in mines

I bought a bottle for the session an’ did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo’, all I need is a parrot
You took the Alkaholik challenge an’ lost your balance
You underground, we underwater 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
An’ still rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it’s Likwit, Tha ‘Liks an’ 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 consistent
You wack an’ I’m Ca-Tash an’ that’s the motherfuckin’ difference

For instance, ’21 and Over’, set your clocks back
Still standin’ where the Rocs at
2001, we still young guns that’s ‘Restless’
30 niggaz, 60 hoes an’ that’s the motherfuckin’ guestlist

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

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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

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