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Alcoholism [8x]



[E-40]

Pull this bitch over my nigga

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 nigga all on her bitch

We ball like we hoopers

My nigga 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

Suckas 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



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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 nigga that shit went

I left outta there with not one but two women

I guess you can blame it mane on that alcoholism



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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 fucked 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



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Alcoholism [16x]