B-legit - Alcoholism lyrics

[Chorus][x8] Alcoholism [Verse 1: E-40] Pull this b**h over my n***a, 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 n***a all on her b**h We ball like we hoopers, my n***a we hood-rich We winning not losing, my fella we got chips I keep me a stapler, a pistol-grip four-fifth Cuz I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6 Don't wanna be carried by 6, I Rather be judged by 12 s**as be all in my mix, Cuz 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 a rocks to a cliff I can sell oil to a well Yay area reppin, don't need no swagger injection Big Oceans Eleven, hustling and money collecting I'm shattered, I'm blended mayne, I been chiefing the seven The po po's they tripping mane, they sobriety checking [Chorus][x16] [Verse 2: E-40] 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 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 Slide out to the function, and continue to get bent Last weekend it was smacking, my n***a that sh** went I left outta there with not one but two women I guess you can blame it mayne on that alcoholism [Chorus][x16] [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 f**ed up since the 9th-10 grade Bird and grape Kool-Aid no ace of spades I swerved and I do thangs I dance in the rain And I guess this the money we gain the champagne I pulls in the lot, bullets in the Glock Hot boy or not B-lit 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][x16] [Outro] Please drink responsibly don't drink and drive