Chords for Xzibit- Alcoholic (uncensored, original version with lyrics)
Tempo:
95.6 bpm
Chords used:
Abm
Ab
E
B
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Abm] [E] [B] Come on, exhibit it.
that millennium ridiculous flow.
my show.
hillside strangler, dangler, nigga by the
below.
around, stuck in the ground.
a slingshot.
you shoulda ate.
that millennium ridiculous flow.
my show.
hillside strangler, dangler, nigga by the
below.
around, stuck in the ground.
a slingshot.
you shoulda ate.
100% ➙ 96BPM
Abm
Ab
E
B
Eb
Abm
Ab
E
[Abm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] _ _ Come on, exhibit it.
_ _ It's _ _ that millennium ridiculous flow.
I never let go.
Niggas getting knocked out, it's part of my show.
[Abm] Let them know who they fucking with, yo.
A rhyme wrangler, triangular push-ups, the hillside strangler, dangler, nigga by the
angle off the balcony.
Now let his punk ass go, look out below.
It's a tale of [E] two cities, come out when the sun go down.
We [N] officially not fucking around, stuck in the ground.
Fitted with a suit and [C] a pine box, with my fresh pressed khakis and a slingshot.
So heat blocks all day in [Abm] the nigga face, and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
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 fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really [Ab] want it, ain't gotta put no extras on it.
[B] Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyric [F] with zone, got the spot blown, boom, Oklahoma.
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me.
Underground dirty cats on doom buggies.
I be the type to take a rock to Florida, kidnap T.
Lewis and Jimmy Jimmy on it.
Yo, I bang a nigga head to his neck, pop.
Do a [N] KRS-One to a black cop.
X and E's out for the queen, get the money, but you stay broke with an hour fun time.
Give it to y'all in any given Sunday, with Jay Fock, name the spot, make it hot.
I hate E's so much right now.
Slow it down, hook up bounce, come off the road like Jay Snicker.
Tooth fly motherfucker, you can't fuck with it.
Back bar open bar, so y'all [Abm] can get it.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a [Ab] fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really want it, ain't gotta put no extras [Abm] on it.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really want it, ain't gotta put no extras on it.
Jay Mack and Ro, can smash and party crashing.
I eat MC's like a [B] ration.
I'm socking niggas in they goatee.
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies.
I'm in a room with 10 D's, counting 10 D's, cause we need a bag of weed.
Now we need 10 dimes to blow [Eb] on these like hand 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 parent.
You took the alcoholic college and lost your balance.
You underground, we underwater, drinking liquid by the [Abm] gallons.
I'm saying words, double-biz and brain busting, head rusting.
Sipping on food drunk to walk a rock a party on [Ab] budget.
And still ruff the ruffus and see who wanna get it.
Forget it, it's liquid, delixin, [Abm] exhibit, catastrophe.
I'm a piece to the blast, I found a piece to the puzzle.
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pizza Paco Muzo.
I suffer with the mic, I found bank rhymes consistent.
You whacking, I'm contesting, that's the motherfucking difference.
For [B] instance, 20 winning over set your rocks back.
Still standing with a rock sack.
2001, we still young guns that's restless.
30 niggas, 60 hoes, and that's the [Abm] motherfucking yes list.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you [Ab] really want it, ain't gotta put no extras [Abm] on it.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really want it, ain't [Ab] gotta put no extras on it.
[E] _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ It's _ _ that millennium ridiculous flow.
I never let go.
Niggas getting knocked out, it's part of my show.
[Abm] Let them know who they fucking with, yo.
A rhyme wrangler, triangular push-ups, the hillside strangler, dangler, nigga by the
angle off the balcony.
Now let his punk ass go, look out below.
It's a tale of [E] two cities, come out when the sun go down.
We [N] officially not fucking around, stuck in the ground.
Fitted with a suit and [C] a pine box, with my fresh pressed khakis and a slingshot.
So heat blocks all day in [Abm] the nigga face, and all you bitches see the dick that you shoulda ate.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
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 fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really [Ab] want it, ain't gotta put no extras on it.
[B] Yo, I'm in the zone, and lyric [F] with zone, got the spot blown, boom, Oklahoma.
Watch the aroma, catch those who love me.
Underground dirty cats on doom buggies.
I be the type to take a rock to Florida, kidnap T.
Lewis and Jimmy Jimmy on it.
Yo, I bang a nigga head to his neck, pop.
Do a [N] KRS-One to a black cop.
X and E's out for the queen, get the money, but you stay broke with an hour fun time.
Give it to y'all in any given Sunday, with Jay Fock, name the spot, make it hot.
I hate E's so much right now.
Slow it down, hook up bounce, come off the road like Jay Snicker.
Tooth fly motherfucker, you can't fuck with it.
Back bar open bar, so y'all [Abm] can get it.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a [Ab] fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really want it, ain't gotta put no extras [Abm] on it.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really want it, ain't gotta put no extras on it.
Jay Mack and Ro, can smash and party crashing.
I eat MC's like a [B] ration.
I'm socking niggas in they goatee.
I leave you stiffer than that fool on my basketball trophies.
I'm in a room with 10 D's, counting 10 D's, cause we need a bag of weed.
Now we need 10 dimes to blow [Eb] on these like hand 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 parent.
You took the alcoholic college and lost your balance.
You underground, we underwater, drinking liquid by the [Abm] gallons.
I'm saying words, double-biz and brain busting, head rusting.
Sipping on food drunk to walk a rock a party on [Ab] budget.
And still ruff the ruffus and see who wanna get it.
Forget it, it's liquid, delixin, [Abm] exhibit, catastrophe.
I'm a piece to the blast, I found a piece to the puzzle.
I slap bitches on the ass, I slap pizza Paco Muzo.
I suffer with the mic, I found bank rhymes consistent.
You whacking, I'm contesting, that's the motherfucking difference.
For [B] instance, 20 winning over set your rocks back.
Still standing with a rock sack.
2001, we still young guns that's restless.
30 niggas, 60 hoes, and that's the [Abm] motherfucking yes list.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you [Ab] really want it, ain't gotta put no extras [Abm] on it.
Call it what you wanna call it, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
Bring it if you really want it, ain't [Ab] gotta put no extras on it.
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