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]