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2009-07-22

Alkaholik

C'mon Xzibit Yeah E-dub It's that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' knocked out is part of my show Let 'em know who they f**kin' with yo, a rhyme wrangler Triangular, push-up the hillside strangler Dangle a, nigga by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk a*s go, look out below It's a tale of two cities, come out when the sun go down We officially not f**kin' around Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box With my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot So heat box all day in a nigga face And all you bitches see the d**k that you shoulda hate Call it what you wanna call it I'm a f**kin' 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 f**kin' 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 till his neck pop Do a KRS-One to a "black cop" X and E's, out for 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 motherf**kers you can't f**k widdit Backed by open bar, so y'all forget it Call it what you wanna call it I'm a f**kin' 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 f**kin' alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it J McEnroe, cam smashin', party crashin' I eat MCs like a ration I'm sockin' niggaz in they goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies I'm in the room with 10 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 Catash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle I slap bitches on the a*s I slap tits up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, bang rhymes consistent You wack and I'm catash and that's the motherf**kin' difference For instance, "21 and over" set your clocks back Still standin' where the rocks at Two thousand one, we still young guns that's restless (Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) And that's the motherf**kin' guest list Call it what you wanna call it I'm a f**kin' 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 f**kin' alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no extras on it

Restless

Dec 2000

  1. Intro/Restless
  2. Front 2 Back
  3. Been A Long Time
  4. U Know
  5. X
  6. Alkaholik
  7. Kenny Parker Show 2001
  8. D.N.A. (Drugs-N-Alkahol)
  9. Double Time
  10. Don't Approach Me
  11. Rimz & Tirez
  12. F****n' You Right
  13. Best Of Things
  14. Get Your Walk On
  15. Sorry I'm Away So Much
  16. Loud & Clear