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haunting you tonight chacing your dream alchoholic Its that millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin knocked out is 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 (belowwww) Its 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 [chorus] Call it what you wanna call it Im a fuckin alkaholik Bring it if you really want it Aint gotta put no extras on it! Yo, Im 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 es, out for cream Get the money, while you stay broker than al bundy Uhh, give it to yall, 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 (*x*: two fly motherfuckers) you cant fuck widdit Backed by +open bar+, so yall forget it [chorus] J-mcenroe, cam smashin, party crashin I eat mcs like a ration Im sockin niggaz in they goatees I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies Im in the room with 10 gs, countin ten gs 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 blurred words, double vision, brain bustin, head rushin Since Im too drunk to walk, I rock a party on crutches And still rush the roughest mc who wanna get it Forget it, its 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 consistant You wack and Im ca-tash and thats the motherfuckin difference For instance, 21 and over set your clocks back (tick tock tick tock) still standin where the rocks at Two-thousand-one, we still young guns thats +restless+ (thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and thats the motherfuckin guestlist! [chorus] |
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