Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Alcoholic, artist - Tash. Album song Publicity Stunt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sterling World
Song language: English
Alcoholic |
| C’mon |
| Xzibit! |
| Yeah. |
| Ahh, ahh, E-Dub |
| 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 |
| 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 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 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 |
| 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! |