Alkaholik

X C'mon
E Xzibit!
X Yeah..
E E-Dub

Xzibit
It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let 'em know who they fkin with yo, a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular push-up the hillside strangler
Dangle a, nigg* by the ankle off the balcony
Now let his punk as* go, look out below (BELOWWWW)
It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officially not fkin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So heatbox all day in a nigg* face
and all you girls see the d*ck that you shoulda ate

Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fkin 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 nigg* head til his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a "Black Cop"
X and E's, out for the cream
Get the money, while you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, 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
(*X*: Two fly motherfkers) You can't fk widdit
Backed by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it

Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fkin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it!

J-Ro
J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC's like a ration
I'm sockin in thier 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 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 liquid by the gallons

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
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap girls on the as* I slap t*ts up out the muzzle
I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistant
You wack and I'm Ca-Tash and that's the motherfkin 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 , sixty hoes) and that's the motherfkin guestlist!

Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*
Call it what you wanna call it
I'm a fkin Alkaholik
Bring it if you really want it
Ain't gotta put no extras on it!