It's that millenium flow, I never let go gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they with yo, a rhyme wrangler Triangular, push-up the strangler
a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his ass go, look out below a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down We officially not 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 that you shoulda
it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it gotta put no extras on it
Call it what you call it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't put no extras on it
Yo, I'm in the zone and gone Got the blown, boom, Oklahoma Watch the aroma, catch who love me My underground cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take watch and flaunt it Kidnap T.Lewis and Jam on it Yo, I bang a nigga 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 With J. Foxx the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much now) Blow it hooker 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 gotta put no on it
it what you wanna call it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't put no extras on it
J McEnroe, cam smashin', party I eat MCs a ration I'm niggaz in they goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball
I'm in the with 10 G's, countin' ten G's we need a bag of weed (can you it?) Now we ten dimes to blow on deez like wind chimes Time to close the 'cause you all in mines
I bought a for the session and did not share it Drink so much Mo' all I need is a parrot You took the alkaholik challenge and lost your You underground, we under water, liquid by the gallons
Slurred words, double vision, brain bustin', rushin' Since I'm too to walk, I rock a party on crutches And still rush the MC who wanna get it Forget it, Likwit, Tha Liks and Xzibit
on the blast the final piece to the puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap tits up out the I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes You wack and I'm catash and that's the difference
For instance, "21 and over" set your clocks Still where the rocks at Two one, we still young guns that's restless (Thirty niggaz, hoes) And the motherfuckin' guest list
it what you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it Ain't gotta put no on it