Ahh, ahh, E-Dub [Xzibit] It's
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) It's 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 2X: Xzibit
*singing*] Call it what you wanna
call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring
it if you really want it Ain't gotta
put no extras on it! [Erick Sermon] 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
til 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 (*X*: Two fly
motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit Backed
by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [Chorus] [J-Ro] J-McEnroe,
cam smashin, party crashin I eat
MC's 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 [Tash] 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 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 I'm Ca-Tash and that's 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 that's +Restless+ (Thirty
niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the
motherfuckin guestlist! [Chorus]
Ahh, ahh, E-Dub [Xzibit] It's
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) It's 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 2X: Xzibit
*singing*] Call it what you wanna
call it I'm a fuckin Alkaholik Bring
it if you really want it Ain't gotta
put no extras on it! [Erick Sermon] 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
til 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 (*X*: Two fly
motherfuckers) You can't fuck widdit Backed
by +Open Bar+, so y'all forget it [Chorus] [J-Ro] J-McEnroe,
cam smashin, party crashin I eat
MC's 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 [Tash] 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 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 I'm Ca-Tash and that's 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 that's +Restless+ (Thirty
niggaz, sixty hoes) and that's the
motherfuckin guestlist! [Chorus]