Murs - Cigarettes & Liquor lyrics

[Hook] Crackers, beaners, gooks, n***as What we all got in common? Ha! Cigarettes and liquor The cancer might k** you, or sclerosis of the liver But we still keep spending on cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Run out and get your Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Everybody's spending on Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Better go get your Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Cigarettes and liquor Everybody need they're Cigarettes and liquor [Verse 2: Murs] I got twenty little soldiers lined up in a row What you want one homie? Man, psst, here you go k**ing myself, might as well k** you Matter of fact, second thought, go ahead and take two My hands and my breath smelling 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 bu*ter 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 k** yourself slowly and you hope that'll solve 'em It's in my genes man, my family tree My mother smoke, my father smoke, they handed it to me My little brother, he been smoking since the fourth grade Smoke a stress blunt, then he chase it with some E&J Drinking and smoke and it might stunt your growth But he's 6'4" and he's been doing both So smoke all you want, go cigarette crazy When cancer get your a**, don't go cryin' like a baby Cause chemo radiation man, it ain't no fun You better get your a** the patch or some Nicorette gum [Hook] [Verse Two] Now have you ever been faded, intoxicated Woke up at the crib and wonder how you made it? Late to the job cause you so faded You walk in at noon and try to masquerade it Like, "Aw man, I'm feeling under the weather." But your co-workers laughing cause they all know better You got a hangover, and sh** it ain't over Not quite drunk, but you sure ain't sober Weekend warrior, should have ate your Wheaties Sunday Night Fever gave your a** the B.G's The bubble guts, stomach all doubled up Head feeling like you caught a Mike Tyson uppercut You f**ing up, get your sh** together You can't keep doing this bullsh** forever Running to the bathroom every five minutes Every time that you throw up, you claiming 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, dancing 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 tripping?" Pulled your dick out on the dance floor and started pissing And you call yourself a grown man You one step away from a twelve step program [Hook]