(Tash)
All bitches come and kick it with me
Weed smokers come and hit it with me
Alkaholiks come and sip it with me
Uh huh - Alkaholiks come and hit it with me
(Tell 'em about yo'self Tash)
Alkies come and kick it with me
(I said tell 'em about yo'self Tash)
Say what folk? Say what? Aight, yo

I got a passion for fashion, fast cars and livin triflin
A sweet tooth for mic booths hoes and ""Rap Life'n"" it
Everybody know Big Tash is unstoppable
Flashy Tashy fly assassin poppin everything that's poppable
Pop acollar, pop a wheelie, pop up at yo' house
Poppin bottles in your lawn, tell your pops you're goin out
Hip-Hop no doubt that's what it's about
But I'ma tell why'all niggaz once, why'all better read my mouth
Fuck bein broke, 'cause bein broke ain't no joke
Broke niggaz always askin to smoke
Let me bust why'all down with a West coast heater
If why'all girls is gettin hot, throw on my wifr beater
Drink a whole liter, get buzzed and clown
Might wobble but he don't fall down
Peace to Dogg Pound, let's have some fun
Tha Alkaholiks in this bitch off that one-five-one

(Chorus: Xzibit)
I am a Alkaholik nigga
Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
Move back I'm off that one-five-one right
Stumblin, throwin up, just lost my eyesight
I am a Alkaholik nigga
Top dollar if you ain't up on it you gotta
Bang hoes that want new clothes but get nada
AH-HAH-Ha-HA, HA-HAH-HA, HA-HA

(J-Ro)
Make 'em shout - now how the fuck we gonna work it out?
Turn it out - we'll smash and bang and blow a circuit out
Alkies - We heat the party to the third degree
Fuck with me - Then I'll beat ya down verbally
Here we come - Tha Liks ain't nev

Writer : R. SMITH, J. ROBINSON, A. JOINER, RAMOND GRANT, RICHARD GRANT
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group