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- Composers:
- E Crenshaw
- W Houseman
- B Jones
- Earl T Stevens
 
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E-40 - Alcoholism lyrics
Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Pull this bitch over, my nigga, I got to 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 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 or a pistol, a grip four 5th
 'Cause I'd rather be judged by 12 then to be carried by 6
 Don't wanna be carried by 6, I'd rather be judged by 12
 Suckas be all in my mix 'cause I be up in their girl
 Don't know how to rewrite bail, I can add and count scales
 I can sell a rock to a cliff, I can sell oil to a well
 Yay area reppin', don't need no swagger injection
 Big oceans 11, hustling and money collecting
 I'm shattered, I'm blundered, mane, I been chiefing that feda
 The po-po's they tripping, mane, they sobriety checking
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 The fur fur 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 shoot some balls, shoot some dominoes with my fellas
 Get on that patron, call 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 push-ups
 Or we can put on the gloves go from the shoulders and box
 After that we can hug and get a room with propsE-40 - Alcoholism - http://motolyrics.com/e-40/alcoholism-lyrics.html
 All my fellas is thugs, ball-heads and dreadlocks
 Right after the function, they continue to get bent
 Last weekend 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 the alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 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
 I been getting fucked up since 9th 10 grade
 Bird and grape cool aid and ace of spades
 I swerved and I do thangs against the grain
 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 and 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
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism, alcoholism
 Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive
 Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive
 Please drink responsibly, please drink responsibly
 Please drink responsibly, don't drink and drive









