It's that millenium flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' 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 ass go, look out below It's a tale of two cities, come out the sun go down We not fuckin' around
in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box With my fresh pressed khakis in a So box all day in a nigga face And all you bitches see the that you shoulda hate
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it Ain't put no extras on it
Call it what you 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 those who me My underground dirty cats on buggies
I be the type to take watch and flaunt it T.Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Yo, I bang a head till his neck pop Do a to a "black cop"
X and E's, out for Get the money, while you stay broker Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in any Sunday J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so right now) it down hooker bounce Come off the ropes J.Snooka Two fly you can't fuck widdit Backed by open bar, so forget it
it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it Ain't gotta put no on it
it what you wanna call it I'm a alkaholik it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no on it
J McEnroe, cam smashin', party I eat MCs a ration I'm niggaz in they goatees I you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room with 10 G's, ten G's Cause we a bag of weed (can you it?) Now we need ten dimes to on deez like wind chimes Time to the blinds 'cause you all in mines
I a bottle for the session and did not share it so much captain Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the alkaholik challenge and lost 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 rock a party on And still rush the roughest MC who get it it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and Xzibit
Catash on the blast the final to the puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, rhymes consistent You wack and I'm catash and that's the motherfuckin'
For instance, "21 and over" set your clocks Still standin' where the at Two thousand one, we still young that's restless (Thirty niggaz, hoes) And that's the guest list
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't put no extras on it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it Ain't gotta put no on it