It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I let go Niggaz gettin' out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a wrangler Triangular, push-up the hillside
Dangle a, nigga by the off the balcony Now let his ass go, look out below It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go We officially not fuckin'
Stuck in the ground, with a suit in a pine box With my fresh khakis in a slingshot So heat box all day in a nigga And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it gotta put no extras on it
Yo, I'm in the and lyrically gone Got the spot blown, boom, Watch the aroma, those who love me My underground dirty cats on buggies
I be the type to take your watch and it Kidnap T.Lewis and Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga head his neck pop Do a to a "black cop"
X and E's, out for Get the money, while you broker than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in any Sunday With J. Foxx the spot, make it hot
(I E so much right now) Blow it down bounce Come off the like J.Snooka Two fly motherfuckers you fuck widdit Backed by open bar, so y'all it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it what you call 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 a ration I'm sockin' niggaz in they I leave you stiffer than that fool on my trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, ten G's Cause we need a bag of (can you it?) Now we need ten dimes to blow on like wind chimes Time to close the 'cause you all in mines
I bought a bottle for the and did not share it Drink so much Mo' all I need is a parrot You the alkaholik challenge and lost your balance You underground, we under water, liquid by the gallons
words, double vision, brain bustin', head rushin' Since I'm too drunk to walk, I a party on crutches And still the roughest MC who wanna get it Forget it, Likwit, Tha Liks and Xzibit
Catash on the blast the final piece to the I slap bitches on the ass I tits up out the muzzle I shuffle the microphone, bang rhymes consistent You wack and I'm catash and that's the difference
For instance, "21 and over" set your back Still standin' the rocks at Two thousand one, we still young that's restless (Thirty niggaz, hoes) And the motherfuckin' guest list
it what you wanna call it I'm a alkaholik it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it you wanna call it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't put no extras on it