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I were searching for this old tune and didnt find it on youtube so i made a upload!
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Alcoholic
[X]
Cmon
[E]
Xzibit!
[X]
Yeah..
[E]
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 fuckn wit yo: a rhyme wrangler
Tri-angular, push off 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 beatbox all day in a nigga face
And all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate
[Chorus: Xzibit]
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 realli want it
Ain't gonna 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 KR's 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 yall, in Any Given Sunday
With J. Fox namin tha spot, make it hot
(I hate E so much right now!) Blow it down nigga, 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
[Chorus]
[J-Ro]
J McEnroe, cam smashin, party crashin
I eat MC's like a ration
I'm sockin niggaz in their 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 these 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 tha 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 liquid, don't mix it, Xzibit
Ca-Tash on the blast the final piece to the puzzle
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pimps about 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]
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Artist: Dizzy Wright
Song: Solo Dolo
Album: Smoke out conversations
Lyrics:...
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Artist: Dizzy Wright
Song: Solo Dolo
Album: Smoke out conversations
Lyrics:
[Verse 1: Dizzy Wright]
Inspired by the lights and being patient with this shit
I'mma probably hit your city and rep Vegas all in that bitch
Look, ladies all on my dick
Throw that pussy just so I notice them, backstage and I'm on my shit
Them hoes seen the dough and they broke it in
I got bad shit on my mind, but I'm looking like I'm supposed to win
I did bad shit in my time, now I'm dealing with it as an older kid
I spit real shit for the real niggas, truth is they can't take this shit
These niggas try to take my soul, them niggas better know how to take a clip
I got guns all in my closet, attention all in these chapters
God all on my side, you can hear the shed of my laughter
With these little niggas that'll ride for me
Big homies that's guiding me
But God can't protect everything see this four-five on the side of me
See it's 2012 and my mind fucked, fucked around and got mindfucked
Rewind back smoke some tree and realize where y'all 'bout to wind up
Took the time now understand it's an understatement to underplan
Front ya man I say fuck a deal I got the skills I need a hundred grand
I'm starting my own shit boy, putting all of my niggas on, we in the zone
We traveling I got the whole world tryna sing along
Swagging out for y'all little niggas
Just to get to y'all little niggas
I pray to God that you pray to God
Stay in your lane and we good nigga
[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
Money plus the pussy plus the pain
Equals pleasure but the pleasure equals change
And when I tell a nigga that I'm growing that don't mean that I'm no lame
I just figured how to operate the game, can't trust 'em so I be riding
Solo Dolo(x3)
I can't trust 'em so I'm riding
Solo Dolo(x3)
[Verse 2: Dizzy Wright]
I seen the hate when I seen the fame
Same niggas from my projects
I seen the lane and I mastered it
You fascinated by my progress
Boy I been on my P's and Q's
Believe in me you believe the truth
Momma ain't raised no ho nigga
But the streets had to show me how to speak the truth
Still walking that right road, I soul searched and I found me
Lost some niggas, gained some niggas
But I'm proud of the niggas that surround me
Proud of the niggas that found me
Funk Volume all in ya face!
Flintstone better get gone, all about my chips cause I'm Vegas raised
See I got a little hate in my heart like I play in the dark
Kinda crazy but I'm playing it smart
Can't stunt so I came to talk, the sound of pissing an angel off
Ain't it hard, living the life, by the end of the night you'll be all alone
Came with niggas but they made the niggas that was with you when you first walked through that door
[Hook: Dizzy Wright]
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