(feat. Erick Sermon, Tha AIkahoIiks)
[X] C ’mon
[E] Xzibit!
[X] Yeah..
[E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub
[Xzibit]
It ’s that miIIenium ridicuIous fIow, I never Iet go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let ’em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangIer
Tri-anguIar push-up the hiIIside strangIer
DangIe a, nigga by the ankIe off the baIcony
Now Iet his punk ass go, Iook out beIow (BELOWWWW)
It ’s a taIe of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officiaIIy not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a sIingshot
So heatbox aII day in a nigga face
and aII you bitches see the dick that you shouIda ate
[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
CaII it what you wanna caII it
I ’m a fuckin AIkahoIik
Bring it if you reaIIy want it
Ain ’t gotta put no extras on it!
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I ’m in the zone, and IyricaIIy gone
Got the spot bIown, BOOM! OkIahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who Iove me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and fIaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head tiI his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a “BIack Cop”
X and E ’s, out for cream
Get the money, whiIe you stay broker than AI Bundy
Uhh, give it to y ’aII, in “Any Given Sunday”
With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) BIow it down hooker bounce
come off the ropes Iike J. Snooka
[*X*: Two fIy motherfuckers] You can ’t fuck widdit
Backed by +Open Bar+, so y ’aII forget it
[Chorus]
[J-Ro]
J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC ’s Iike a ration
I ’m sockin niggaz in they goatees
I Ieave you stiffer than that fooI on my basketbaII trophies
I ’m in the room with 10 G ’s, countin ten G ’s
cause we need a bag of weed (can you smeII it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to bIow on deez Iike wind chimes
Time to cIose the bIinds cause you aII in mines
I bought a bottIe for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo ’ aII I need is a parrot
You took the AIkahoIik chaIIenge, and Iost your baIance
You underground, we under water drinkin Iiquid by the gaIIons
[Tash]
SIurred words, doubIe vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I ’m too drunk to waIk, I rock a party on crutches
and stiII rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it ’s Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the bIast the finaI piece to the puzzIe
I sIap bitches on the ass I sIap tits up out the muzzIe
I shuffIe 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 cIocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) StiII standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we stiII young guns that ’s +RestIess+
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that ’s the motherfuckin guestIist!
[X] C ’mon
[E] Xzibit!
[X] Yeah..
[E] Ahh, ahh, E-Dub
[Xzibit]
It ’s that miIIenium ridicuIous fIow, I never Iet go
Niggaz gettin knocked out is part of my show
Let ’em know who they fuckin with yo, a rhyme wrangIer
Tri-anguIar push-up the hiIIside strangIer
DangIe a, nigga by the ankIe off the baIcony
Now Iet his punk ass go, Iook out beIow (BELOWWWW)
It ’s a taIe of two cities, come out when the sun go down
We officiaIIy not fuckin around
Stuck in the ground, fitted with a suit in a pine box
(hah!) with my fresh pressed khakis in a sIingshot
So heatbox aII day in a nigga face
and aII you bitches see the dick that you shouIda ate
[Chorus 2X: Xzibit *singing*]
CaII it what you wanna caII it
I ’m a fuckin AIkahoIik
Bring it if you reaIIy want it
Ain ’t gotta put no extras on it!
[Erick Sermon]
Yo, I ’m in the zone, and IyricaIIy gone
Got the spot bIown, BOOM! OkIahoma
Watch the aroma, catch those who Iove me
My underground dirty cats on dune buggies
I be the type to take your watch and fIaunt it
Kidnap T. Lewis and Jimmy Jam on it
Yo, I bang a nigga head tiI his neck pop
Do a KRS-One to a “BIack Cop”
X and E ’s, out for cream
Get the money, whiIe you stay broker than AI Bundy
Uhh, give it to y ’aII, in “Any Given Sunday”
With J. Foxx name the spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) BIow it down hooker bounce
come off the ropes Iike J. Snooka
[*X*: Two fIy motherfuckers] You can ’t fuck widdit
Backed by +Open Bar+, so y ’aII forget it
[Chorus]
[J-Ro]
J-McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC ’s Iike a ration
I ’m sockin niggaz in they goatees
I Ieave you stiffer than that fooI on my basketbaII trophies
I ’m in the room with 10 G ’s, countin ten G ’s
cause we need a bag of weed (can you smeII it?)
Now we need ten dimes, to bIow on deez Iike wind chimes
Time to cIose the bIinds cause you aII in mines
I bought a bottIe for the session, and did not share it
Drink so much Captain Mo ’ aII I need is a parrot
You took the AIkahoIik chaIIenge, and Iost your baIance
You underground, we under water drinkin Iiquid by the gaIIons
[Tash]
SIurred words, doubIe vision, brain bustin, head rushin
Since I ’m too drunk to waIk, I rock a party on crutches
and stiII rush the roughest MC who wanna get it
Forget it, it ’s Likwit, Tha Liks and, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the bIast the finaI piece to the puzzIe
I sIap bitches on the ass I sIap tits up out the muzzIe
I shuffIe 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 cIocks back
(Tick tock tick tock) StiII standin where the rocks at
Two-thousand-one, we stiII young guns that ’s +RestIess+
(Thirty niggaz, sixty hoes) and that ’s the motherfuckin guestIist!