Alcoholism Lyrics - B-legit

[CHORUS] 

Alcoholism [8x] 

[E-40] 

Pull this bitch over my nigga 

I got to piss 

I stay with sip in my fist 

I drink like a fish 

Sometimes I be sober 

But most 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, a pistol, a grip four 5th 

Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6 

Don't wanna be carried by 6 

Rather be judged by 12 

Suckas be all in my mix 

Cuz I be up in their gal 

Don't know how to rewrite spell 

I can add and count skrill 

I can sell a rocks to a cliff 

I can sell oil to a well 

Yay area reppin 

Don't need no swagger injection 

Big oceans 11 

Hustling & money collecting 

I'm shattered 

I'm blundered mane 

I been chiefing that feda 

The po po's they tripping mane 

They sobriety checking 

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[CHORUS] 

Alcoholism [16x] 

[E-40] 

The fur fur is crazy 

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 slap some bones 

Shoot some dominoes with my fellas 

Get on that patron 

called 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 pushups 

Or we can put on the gloves 

Go from the shoulders & box 

After that we can hug & get a room & get props 

All my fellas is thugs, ballheads & dreadlocks 

Right after the function, they continue to get bent 

Last weekend it 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 that alcoholism 

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[CHORUS] 

Alcoholism [16x] 

[B-LEGIT] 

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 

Been getting fucked up since 9th 10 grade 

Bird & grape kool aid and Ace of Spades 

I swerved and I do thangs i dance in the rain 

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 & 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 

[CHORUS] 

Alcoholism [16x]