E-40, B-Legit - Alcoholism lyrics

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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'

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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

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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

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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 drive