It's millenium ridiculous flow, I never let go Niggaz gettin' out is part of my show Let 'em know who they fuckin' with yo, a wrangler Triangular, the hillside strangler
Dangle a, by the ankle off the balcony Now let his punk ass go, out below It's a tale of two cities, come out the sun go down We officially not fuckin'
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a in a pine box With my fresh pressed in a slingshot So heat box all day in a face And all you bitches see the dick you shoulda hate
Call it what you wanna it I'm a fuckin' it if you really want it Ain't put no extras on it
Call it you wanna call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you really it Ain't put no extras on it
Yo, I'm in the and lyrically gone Got the spot blown, boom, Watch the aroma, catch who love me My underground cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and it T.Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it Yo, I bang a head till his neck pop Do a to a "black cop"
X and E's, out for Get the money, while you stay than Al Bundy Uhh, give it to y'all, in any given J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much now) Blow it hooker bounce Come off the ropes J.Snooka Two fly motherfuckers you fuck widdit by open bar, so y'all forget it
Call it what you call it I'm a alkaholik it if you really want it Ain't gotta put no on it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you really it Ain't put no extras on it
J McEnroe, cam smashin', party I eat MCs like a I'm sockin' niggaz in they I leave you stiffer than fool on my basketball trophies
I'm in the room 10 G's, countin' ten G's we need a bag of weed (can you it?) Now we need ten dimes to blow on like wind chimes to close the blinds 'cause you all in mines
I a bottle for the session and did not share it Drink so much captain Mo' all I is a parrot You took the alkaholik challenge and lost your You underground, we under water, liquid by the gallons
Slurred words, double vision, bustin', head rushin' Since I'm too to walk, I rock a party on crutches And still rush the MC who wanna get it Forget it, it's Likwit, Tha Liks and
Catash on the blast the final to the puzzle I slap bitches on the ass I slap up out the muzzle I shuffle with the microphone, rhymes consistent You wack and I'm catash and the motherfuckin' difference
For instance, "21 and over" set your clocks Still where the rocks at Two thousand one, we still young guns that's (Thirty niggaz, hoes) And that's the motherfuckin' list
Call it what you call it I'm a fuckin' Bring it if you want it gotta put no extras on it
Call it what you wanna it I'm a alkaholik Bring it if you want it Ain't put no extras on it