E-40 - Alcoholism lyrics

[CHORUS] Alcoholism [8x] [E-40] Pull this b**h over my n***a 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 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 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 s**as 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 [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 n***a that sh** went I left outta there with not one but two women I guess you can blame it mane on that alcoholism [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 f**ed 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]