[Chorus]
Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism
Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism...Alcoholism
[Verse 1: E-40]
Pull this bitch 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 a bitch
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
'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 n***a, 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 drive
