E-40, Too $hort, Wiz Khalifa - Say I lyrics

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

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!
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

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)

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

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

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