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Les paroles de Alkaholic
| | | Artiste: | Xzibit |
| | Album: | Restless | | Titre: | Alkaholic | | | | Date d'ajout: | 18/10/2007 | | Vues: | 121 fois | | | | Paroles: | biography
[X]
Cmon
[E]
trice
[X]
Yeah..
[E]
Ahh....
E-Dub
[Xzibit]
It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go
Niggaz
gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let em know who they fuckn wit yo: a rhyme
wrangler
Tri-angular, push off the hillside strangler
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
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 nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate
[Chorus:
Xzibit]
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 realli want it
Ain't gonna 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 til his neck pop
Do a KR's one to a black cop
X and E's,
out for cream, get the money
While you stay broker than Al Bundy
Uhh, give it to yall, in
Any Given Sunday
With J. Fox namin tha spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!)
Blow it down nigga, 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
[Chorus]
[J-Ro]
J McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC's
like a ration
I'm sockin niggaz in their 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 these 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 tha
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 liquid, no listen, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the
puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pimps about the muzzle
I shuffle with the
microphone, bang rhymes consistant
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
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