a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol [goose][tron][vodka][henny]

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Nonreg

Veteran XV
Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron ('tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)

(Verse 1)

Ay, She say she usually don't
But I know that she front
Cause shawty know what she want
But she don't wanna seem like she easy
I hear you saying what ya won't do
But you know we probably gon do
What you been fening deep inside
Don't lie now

(Chorus)

Girl, What ya drinking
Gone let it sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking, we can
See what we can be if we press fast foward
Just one more round
If you're down, I'm for it
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt-What?
You don't even care now
I was unaware
How fine you was before my buzz set in
(My buzz set in)

Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron ('tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Tap
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)

(Verse 2)

Oooh, see?
She spilled some drink on me
And now I'm knowing she's tipsy
She put her body on me
And she keep staring me right in my eyes
No telling what I'm gone do
Baby, I would rather show you
What you been missing in your life
When I get inside

(Chorus)

Girl, What ya drinking
Gone let it sink in
Here for the weekend
Thinking, we can
See what we can be if we press fast foward
Just one more round
If you're down, I'm for it
Fill another cup up
Feeling on your butt-What?
You don't even care now
I was unaware
How fine you was before my buzz set in
(My buzz set in)

Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron ('tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Tap
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)

(T-Pain Verse)

Girl I know you feel good
Just like you look
Couple more shots
You open up like a book
I ain't tripping
(Cause I'mma read ya)
I ain't tripping
(I just wanna please ya)
I'mma take a shot of *Nuvo
Shawty didn't you know
It's going down
And we can go and kick it like Judo
You know what I mean
Shawty got drunk, thought it all was a dream
So I made her say, "Ah, Ah, Ah"
Now she got her hands on my legs
Got my seats all wet in my ride
All over my ride
She look me dead in the eye (eye, eye)
Then my pants got bigger
She already knew what the figure
Had her looking at her boyfriend
Like xxxxx that Nigga"

(T-Pain Chorus)

Blame it on the juice
Got you feeling loose
Blame it on Petron
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Tap
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)

Now to the Ballers popping bottles
With their Henny in they cups
Screaming "Money ain't a thing"
And if it ain't, throw it up
In the sky, Hold your drinks up high
And to the independent Ballers
Who can buy they own bottles
And if you looking like a model
When them broke fellas holla
Tell them bye
And hold ya drinks up high
You can...

Blame it on the Goose (goose)
Got you feeling loose (loose)
Blame it on Petron ('tron)
Got you in the zone (zone)
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the Vodka
Blame it on the Henny
Blame it on the Blue Tap
Gotcha feeling dizzy
Blame it on the a-a-a-a-a-a-alcohol
Blame it on the alcohol (fades)

 
(Intro 2X: D-Roc)
Yall niggaz aint crunk
Yall niggaz don't bump
Yall can't blow out the trunk
Yall niggaz aint crunk

(Chorus 2X)
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingers up
Aint no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimmie that Grey Goose

(Verse One: Kaine)
This here is for my alcholics
What's that drink Grey Goose they call it
A big clear glass with a bird on the bottle
A nigga wanna get more drunker then he swallows
Backed up by two Corona's
You'll tell a ulgy bitch in the club you want her
Gonna drink mo liquor than a drunk
Get crunk
Till a nigga breath smelling like skunk(Hanh!)

(D-Roc)
Dranking everday like gasoline in a car
You can find me at the bar
Or the liquor stoe
To get some mo
Grey Goose so I can wet my throat
Walk up in the stoe Grey Goose
How much that is
Let me get the there
Put You middle finger up
If you don't give a fuck
Tilt your head back now finish the cup

(Chorus 2X)

(D-Roc)
285, 675, 75 south, hold 75 to the turnpike
285, 675, 75 south, hold 75 to the turnpike

(Kaine)
Take that trip to the bottom, bottom[2X]
Just take that trip to the bottom, bottom
Take that trip to the bottom, bottom

(Verse Two: Kaine)
Alcohol seeping out of your pores
Smelling like a liquor bearer steady talking to whores
Say a nigga so drunk that he'll fuck the floor (fuck the floor) fuck the floor
When the day start a liquor in the tank]
That nigga cant get a bitch
So he ready to fight
But the goose got him loose
So he don't give a fuck
He just whip it to the bar
To get another cup

(D-Roc)
I drink Grey Goose
Call me the ugly duckling
You aint put in on this
You aint drinking nothing
I drink by my goddamn self
I can get drunk by my goddamn self
Turn up the bottle
Drink in cowby style
Sweating like a motherfucker
buck ass wild
Put yo middle finger up
If you don't give a fuck
Tilt yo head back
Now finish the cup

(Chours)

(Verse Three: Kaine)
G, Gotta grab a bottle of that shit
R, Right back at it with my click
E, Everybody drunk than a motherfucker
Y, Yall straight drunk than a motherfucker
(D-Roc)
G, Means that you gotta be Grown
O, you gotta pour a cup on your Own
O, Outrageously drunk
S, See I got something in my cup
E, Everybody getting fucked up

(Kaine)
But buudy on the floor torn up
Gimme some of that goose
Get you loose
And known to fuck up the crew

If you, If you give a fuck now
If you give a fuck, give a fuck now
If you, give a fuck, give a fuck now
(Chorus until fades)
 
Lyrics:

CHORUS
Alcoholism (8x’s)

E40

Pull 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 girl
Don’t know how to rewrite ___
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 & 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’s)

E40

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 ______
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
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

CHORUS
Alcoholism (16x’s)

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 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 & 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’s)
 
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