Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Hate Bein’ Sober’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Young Chop on the beat
I can’t spell sober
I’m a smoker, Fredo a drinker
Tadoe off molly water
Sober, my bitches stay sober
Sober
Damn I hate being sober
I hate being sober
Damn I hate being sober, I’m a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
But we can’t spell sober
But I roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking, and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
‘Cause we can’t spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
‘Cause I can’t spell sober
On my tour bus
We get dumb high you’s a floorboard
Fredo got a hangover he totin’ a Cobra
Last night he was shootin’ shit up like O-Dog
Reese rollin’, Tadoe got hoes on mollies
Chief Sosa, Ballout, we high riding ‘Rari’s
My bitches love drinking, some love smoking
Let my alcoholic bitch hit the dope, she start choking
Call up D-Money, now we throw money
All these bitches off these shits, walking ’round like some zombies
Call up D-Money, now we throw money
All these bitches off these shits, walking ’round like some zombies
Damn I hate being sober, I’m a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
But we can’t spell sober
But I roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking, and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
‘Cause we can’t spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
‘Cause I can’t spell sober
We got 100 pounds of this shit, my stash house with them bricks
My pockets filled with them stacks, my bitch be gone off a flat
She a hot tamale when she pop a molly, it’s time to party, we party hard
Drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, drink and smoke it, we high for sure
I came in back of that Rolls, nigga I ain’t stuntin’ them hoes
I trick a bitch to suck dick
Trick, what you spend on her, we spend on clothes
Too young for me she want Sosa, shooters in the Range Rover
That’s GBE, when them two-two-threes get to flyin’ bitch its over
See my ring chain and my Rolex when I’m flexin’
Bitch I got to get mine, nigga get outta line, I check ’em
See this gangsta shit, stuntin’ to perfection
Nigga better believe me, I make it look easy
Damn I hate being sober, I’m a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
But we can’t spell sober
But I roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking, and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
‘Cause we can’t spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
‘Cause I can’t spell sober
Uh, my weed so strong, my cheese so long
Roll so many joints soon I might need a lung
Spend so many grands that I might need some bands
That’s your bitch why she acting like she need a man?
I’m faded, talking mills ’cause I made it
Talking pounds ’cause I smoke it
Talking game ’cause I played it
I’m wasted, Rose that’s my favorite
OG kush you could taste it
Buying Cris’ by the cases
I hate being sober
Don’t smell no one smoking
Me and my niggas come roll up
Believe they gon’ fire on you
You think you could roll up
You smoke by the ounce
Well bitch, I smoke by the pound ’cause
Damn I hate being sober, I’m a smoker
Fredo a drinker, Tadoe off molly water
But we can’t spell sober
But I roll up, when we roll up bitches be on us
All the hoes they love smoking, and love drinking
Anti-sober, for no reason
‘Cause we can’t spell sober
Ya know us, we smoke strong bruh
Watch me roll up
‘Cause I can’t spell sober