Say I (Explicit) - E-40/Too $hort/Wiz Khalifa (维兹·卡利法)

All in favor of giving 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

You might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I I I I I I I

Brought me in and watch me go

Bad on a hoe a** ni**a

Don't give me no more

I'm on my second fifth of liquor

Once I'm power up it's hard for me to power down

I f**k a ni**a 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 turbo '

Cause it's green and it's lime

Ever since he was infant

He was raised around pimps

When he took his first step

He walked with a limp

Man this ni**a hard headed damn fool

His teacher sucked his dick in high school

Supercalifragilistic ex be ala hooligan

Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies

With the headband

Went to jail on a Friday

Didn't get out till Tuesday

Got a DUI for drinking too much lou b**ch

All in favor of giving 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

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 a** prices

DNV bout to take my license

Insurance is going up

And when I go to court I know I'm f**ked

All this sh*t just for drinking

Need a designated driver

I'm to drunk for thinking

Two hands on the steering wheel

Don't let a friend drink

And drive if you being real

Might crash the whip

Might lose your life

If I get too high tonight just make sure

I making home safe and you do the same

Now let's get f**ked up and lose it man b**ch

All in favor of giving 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

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 favor

You p**sy so f**k a hater b**ch

Now that my cake up

My crib got an elevator

My new shoes is alligator

And ever meal got a waiter with it

And I'm all about pour 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

Then gonna bring some champagne

I'm a blow a lot of ***

I put money on it

Spendin all this bank let a f**k ni**a hate

Real ni**a show love sound funny don't it

All this money think I lucked up

All this Gin got me f**ked up

Man I live life the taylor way

Drinking Bombay and lemonade

Rolling up some paper planes

All in favor of giving 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

You might start to feel like a bird that can fly

Say I I I I I I I