C′mon

Xzibit! Yeah

Ahh, ahh, E-Dub

It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go

Niggas gettin′ knocked out, it's 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

(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

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!

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 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

(Two fly motherfuckers) you can′t fuck with it

Backed by open bars, 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 MC′s like a ration

I'm sockin′ niggas in they goatees

I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies

I'm in the room with ten 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 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 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

Still standin′ where the rocks at

2001, we still young guns that's restless

(30 niggas, 60 hoes) and 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!

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!