Chorus]:

Crackers, beaners, gooks, niggas

What we all got in common? Ha!

Cigarettes and liquor

The cancer might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver

But we still keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor

Cigarettes and liquor

Run out and get yo

Cigarettes and liquor

Everybody's spendin' on

Cigarettes and liquor

Betta go get yo

Cigarettes and liquor

Everybody need they

Cigarettes and liquor

[Verse One]:

I got twenty little soldiers lined up in a row

What you want one homie? Man, psst, here you go

Killin' myself, I might as well kill you

Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and take two

My hands and my breath smellin' like straight doo doo

A couple years from now I'm gonna sound like Guru

I don't know what to do

I really need to quit

Teeth so yellow they could butter up some grits

I can't quit, it's the celebrity and fame

The stress and the strain from the whole rap game

Look, I know it's lame, but what's your excuse man?

Credit card, rent late, wife found a new man?

I understand

We all got our problems

You kill yourself slowly and you hope that'll solve 'em

It's in my genes man, my family tree

My mother smoke, my father smoke, a canidate for me

My little brother, he been smokin' since the fourth grade

Smoke a stress blunt, then he chase it with some E&J

Drinkin', smokin' and it might stunt your growth

But he's 6'4" and he's been doin' both

So smoke all you want

Go cigarette crazy

And cancer get your ass, don't go cryin' like a baby

Cause chemo, radiation man, it ain't no fun

You better get yo ass the patch or some Nicorette gum

[Chorus]:

Crackers, beaners, gooks, niggas

What we all got in common? Ha!

Cigarettes and liquor

The cancer might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver

But we still keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor

Cigarettes and liquor

Run out and get yo

Cigarettes and liquor

Everybody's spendin' on

Cigarettes and liquor

Betta go get yo

Cigarettes and liquor

Everybody need they

Cigarettes and liquor

[Verse Two]:

Now have you ever been faded, intoxicated

Woke up at the crib and wondered how you made it?

Late to the job cause you so faded

You walk in at noon and try to masquerade it

Like, "Awe man, I'm feelin' under the weather."

But your co-workers laughin' cause they all know better

You got a hangover

And shit it ain't over

You're not quite drunk, but you sho' ain't sober

Weekend warrior

Should have ate your Wheaties

Sunday Night Fever gave your ass the Bee Gees/B.G.s

Or bubble guts

Stomach all doubled up

Head feelin' like you caught a Mike Tyson uppercut

You fuckin' up

Get your shit together

You can't keep doin' this bullshit forever

Runnin' to the bathroom every five minutes

Every time that you throw up, you claimin' that you finished

Then you swear you bout to quit

But as soon as Friday come

It's time to get lit

Tequilla shots, lemon drops, dancin' on the table tops

You know when you're really drunk?

When?

When you say you're not

"I ain't faded, why is everybody trippin'?"

Pulled your pee pee out on the dance floor and started pissin'

And you call yourself a grown man

You one step away from a twelve step program

[Chorus]:

Crackers, beaners, gooks, niggas

What we all got in common? Ha!

Cigarettes and liquor

The cancer might kill ya or sclerosis of the liver

But we still keep spendin' on cigarettes and liquor

Cigarettes and liquor

Run out and get yo

Cigarettes and liquor

Everybody's spendin' on

Cigarettes and liquor

Betta go get yo

Cigarettes and liquor

Everybody need they

Cigarettes and liquor

Cigarettes and Liquor

Murs , 9th Wonder

Текст песни Cigarettes and Liquor - Murs , 9th Wonder