It's millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who fuckin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler Triangular, push-up the strangler
Dangle a, by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, out below It's a tale of two cities, out when the sun go down We not fuckin' around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a box With my fresh khakis in a slingshot So box all day in a nigga face And all you bitches see the dick you shoulda hate
Call it you wanna call it I'm a alkaholik it if you really want it Ain't put no extras on it
Call it you wanna call it I'm a alkaholik it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Yo, I'm in the zone and gone Got the spot blown, boom, Watch the aroma, catch who love me My dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the to take your watch and flaunt it Kidnap T.Lewis and Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga head till his pop Do a to a "black cop"
X and E's, out for Get the money, you stay broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in any Sunday J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I E so much right now) Blow it down bounce off the ropes like J.Snooka Two fly motherfuckers you fuck widdit Backed by bar, so y'all forget it
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' it if you really want it Ain't put no extras on it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't gotta put no on it
J McEnroe, cam smashin', party I eat MCs like a I'm sockin' in they goatees I leave you than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room 10 G's, countin' ten G's we need a bag of weed (can you it?) Now we need ten dimes to on deez like wind chimes Time to close the blinds 'cause you all in
I bought a bottle for the and did not share it so much captain Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the alkaholik challenge and lost your You underground, we under water, drinkin' liquid by the
Slurred words, double vision, bustin', head rushin' Since I'm too to walk, I rock a party on crutches And rush the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, Likwit, Tha Liks and Xzibit
Catash on the blast the final piece to the I bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the muzzle I with the microphone, bang rhymes consistent You wack and I'm catash and that's the difference
For instance, "21 and over" set your clocks Still standin' where the at Two thousand one, we still young guns that's (Thirty niggaz, hoes) And that's the guest list
Call it what you call it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you really it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you really it Ain't put no extras on it