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    "Alkaholik" Lyrics

    Xzibit feat. Erick Sermon and Tash

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    [Xzibit] C'mon
    [Erick Sermon] Xzibit
    [Xzibit] Yeah...
    [Erick Sermon] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub

    It's that millennium 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 (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
    (Ha) 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

    Call it what you want to 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 till 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
    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. Snooka
    (Two fly motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit
    Backed by Open Bar, so y'all forget it


    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

    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 want to 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 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 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

    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Alvin Joiner, Erick S. Sermon, James Anthony Robinson, Ricardo D. Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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