Say I

Lyrics

[Chorus: Stressmatic] All in favor of getting ripped and gone And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I All in favor of getting super high And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I [Verse 1: E-40] Plug me in and watch me go, bad on a ho ass nigga Don't give me no more, I'm on my second fifth of liquor Once I'm powered up it's hard for me to power down I fuck a nigga up, and put tears on 'em like a clown I went from rags to riches, riches to rags Top convertibles, Benzs and Jags Smoking me herbal, sipping me wine Or should I say turf 'cause it's green and it's lime Ever since he was an infant he was raised around pimpin' When he took his first step, he walked with a limp and... Manish nigga, hardheaded, damn fool His teacher sucked his dick in high school Supercalifragilisticexpialihooligan Breaking down the diesel, mixing cookies with the headband Went to jail on a Friday, didn't get out until Tuesday Got a DUI for drinking too much Louis, biatch! [Chorus: Stressmatic] All in favor of getting ripped and gone And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I All in favor of getting super high And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I [Verse 2: Too $hort] I... got a DUI. Why? I didn't even have to drive Now, I'm in jail for a crime, made bail and I paid the fine My lawyer charged me high ass prices DMV 'bout to take my license Insurance is going up And when I go to court I know I'm fucked All this shit just for drinking Need a designated driver, I'm too drunk for thinking Two hands on the steering wheel Don't let a friend drink and drive if you're being real Might crash the whip, might lose your life If I get too high tonight Just make sure I make it home safe and you do the same Now let's get fucked up and lose it, mayne (biatch!) [Chorus: Stressmatic] All in favor of getting ripped and gone And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I All in favor of getting super high And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Roll the paper so loud I wake up the neighbors The boss, I don't need no favors You pussy, so fuck a hater, bitch Now that my cake up, my crib got an elevator My new shoes is alligator And every meal got a waiter with it I'm all about pouring drank up While I'm rolling the stank up Sweat my wife out her make up Blow a pound when I wake up See the cars, they don't wanna race us I do it big, niggas do it A-cup Walk up in the club they gon' bring some champagne I'mma blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it Spending all this bank, let a fuck nigga hate Real niggas show love, sound funny, don't it? All this money, think I lucked up All this gin got me fucked up Man, I live life the Taylor way Drinking Bombay and lemonade, rolling up some paper planes [Chorus: Stressmatic] All in favor of getting ripped and gone And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I All in favor of getting super high And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I