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Now let his punk ass go, look out below
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
With my fresh pressed khakis in a slingshot
So heat box all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda hate

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

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

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 motherfuckers you can't fuck widdit
Backed by open bar, so y'all forget it

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

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

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 ass 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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' guest list

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

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