E-40 feat B-Legit — Alcoholism (The Ball Street Journal 2008)
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Alcoholism (The Ball Street Journal 2008) E-40 feat B-Legit03:41
Текст песни: Alcoholism (The Ball Street Journal 2008)
Alcoholism Lyrics[Chorus] Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism [Verse 1: E-40] Pull this bitch over, my nigga, I gotta 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 a bitch We ball like we hoopers, my nigga, we hood rich We winning not losing, my fella, we got chips I keep me a stapler, a pistol-grip four-fifth 'Cause I'd rather be judged by 12 than to be carried by six Don't wanna be carried by six, I'd rather be judged by 12 Suckas be all in my mix 'cause I be up in their gal Don't know how to read, write, and spell But I can add and count scrill I can sell rocks to a cliff, I can sell oil to a well Yay Area reppin', don't need no swagger injection Big Ocean's Eleven, hustlin' and money collectin' I'm shattered, I'm blended, mayne, I've been chiefin' at seven The po-po's, they trippin', mayne, they sobriety checkin' [Chorus] Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism [Verse 2: E-40] OOOUH! The fur furs 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 the 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 fetti, 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 give the winner his props All my fellas is thugs, bald heads, dreadlocks Slide out to the function and continue to get bent Last week it was smackin', my nigga, that shit went I left outta there with not one but two women I guess you can blame it, mayne, on the alcoholism [Chorus] Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism [Verse 3: B-Legit] 13-hundred block ready rock animal Sitting in the coupe, Orange like cantaloupe Something on the manifold, gears in the rear Olde English beer make it hard to steer I been getting fucked up since the 9th, 10th grade 'Bird and grape Kool-Aid, no Ace of Spades I swerved and I do thangs, I dance in the rain And I'm guessin' it's the money we gain and champagne I pulls in the lot, bullets in the Glock Hot boy or not, B-La like to shoot shots Stop, boy, I'm hot and I like to drink shots And I'm gone off the Juli' after 20 and whatnot You can say what you say, I'm a paper boy Little waves up top with the taper, boy She be playing hard to get, but you can make her, boy Put some drink in her cup and watch her switch shit up [Chorus] Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism [Outro] Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive Please drink responsibly, please drink responsibly P-P-Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive1
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