[Verse 1: Xzibit, King-T & Tha Alkaholics] Never has it been so bright Got a tail bitches, get outta my sight Bitch, you blocking my light I’m in Vegas front seat at the fight I’m a alcoholic so you know I’m getting it right Louis the 13th Hennessy black when I’m thirsty I like my liquor dark milk chocolate Hershey But first we Gotta bang loose for the niggas that’s been waiting on it Patiently debating, even hating on it, bitch I started this gangsta shit House shoes and the shotgun, check the pinks The hangover is over, Tila created the lynx So tell the whole world to suck my dick, real shit The addiction that you can’t deny Twelve steps to recovery, or else you die Yeah, this is for you and I Fly, pelican, fly Fuck trying to get by Or we can put that bullshit to the side and kill ‘em L-B Cool S Put a flicker out in Sweden out in a H&M dress So what makes a motherfucker so damn fresh? We on the coast, yeah, you know to the left Louie the 13 Back down original, pack-town originiator I’m full of 40′s like the g-thang refrigiator Getting paper with my neighbor like that Clippers and the Lakers Drinking Jac’ next to Jack, courtside at the Staples Affiliation is vital for survival, we rolling They can’t bare pullin up with a million trucks And I’m feeling like a million bucks A all-star nigga still in shucks Louis the 13th You can say what you say, just spell contest right Still got a lot of Louie’s leftover from last night We alcoholic minded, DJ rewind it Bitches in liquor, we only fuck with the finest King-T your higness I’m timeless, y’all niggas is spineless Drinking everything on the wine list So yeah, nigga, come and catch this fade Or break bread and we can all get paid Louis the 13th I got 14 courts, all sorts of imports Premium spirits, mixed with marked lyrics Don’t fuck with Xzibit, I will crush your frame Say my name, I will hunt you like Saddam Hussein I’m crown royal Coming out the comptown soil Niggas in the kingdom stay loyal It’s the old English, linguist, distinguished genius Always got a cup in my hand Louis the 13th Lets have a conversation on my present situation I don’t need to be a star, I got my own constellation Professional inebriation, we having a celebration A live nation and heavy rotation Patience Hold more information than a free mason It’s a secret society, never try sobriety SS Bugatti, live with the Illuminati Crawling on your corner picking up the bodies We crash the party Low lows and Harley’s mixed with Bacardi Man, fuck everybody And I’m feeling like a million bucks To all my real niggers raise your cups Louie the 13Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
