Alcoholism (feat. B-Legit)

歌詞

Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Pull this bitch over, my nigga, I got to piss I stay with some sip in my fist, I drink like a fish Sometimes I be sober but most the times I be blitzed I'm having my gouda, my nigga, all on her bitch We ball like we hoopers, my nigga, we hood rich We winning not losing, my fella, we got chips I keep me a steak or a pistol, a grip four 5th 'Cause I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6 Don't wanna be carried by 6, I'd rather be judged by 12 Suckas be all in my mix 'cause I be up in their girl Don't know how to rewrite bail, I can add and count scales I can sell a rock to a cliff, I can sell oil to a well Yay area reppin', don't need no swagger injection Big oceans 11, hustling and money collecting I'm shattered, I'm blundered, mane, I been chiefing that feda The po-po's they tripping, mane, they sobriety checking Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism The fur fur is crazy, lucky, I have me a desi A designated driver, a rider, we in it heavy We knocking 40 Water, he foolish, the boy gone That's all they played was his music when I was in a group home 'Bout to go shoot some balls, shoot some dominoes with my fellas Get on that patron, call Stella, Ella and Della 10 to get on the board, I'm fresh off the top If I skunk you, my ninja, you gotta drink two shots Or we can play for some fedi or we can play for push-ups Or we can put on the gloves go from the shoulders and box After that we can hug and get a room with props All my fellas is thugs, ball-heads and dreadlocks Right after the function, they continue to get bent Last weekend was smacking, my nigga, that shit went I left outta there with not one but two women I guess you can blame it, mane, on the alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism 1300 block ready rock animal sitting in the coupe Orange like cantaloupe, something on the mantel fold Gears in the rear, old English Beer Makes it hard to steer I been getting fucked up since 9th 10 grade Bird and grape cool aid and ace of spades I swerved and I do thangs against the grain And I guess this the money we gave to champagne I pulled in the lot, bullets in the glock Hot or not we like to shoot shots Stop where I'm hot and I like to drink shots And I'm gone off the Julio at the 20th and what not You can say what you say, Imma paper boy Little waves up top with the table, boy She be playing hard to get but you can make them, boy Put some drink in her cup and watch her swish it up Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive Please drink responsibly, please drink responsibly Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive