Artist: E-40 and Too $hort f/ Wiz Khalifa Album: History: Function Music Song: Say I Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch [ CHORUS: Stresmatic ] All in favor of gettin ripped and gone And you're gonna have to call someone to drive you home Say I (I) I-I (I) I-I-I (I) I-I-I (I) All in favor of gettin super high And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly Say I (I) I-I (I) I-I-I (I) I-I-I (I) [ VERSE 1: E-40 ] Plug me in and watch me go, bad on a hoe-ass nigga Don't gimme no mo', 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 him like a clown I went from rags to riches, riches to rags Top convertables, Benzes and Jags Smokin me herbal, sippin me wine Or should I say turtle cause it's green and it's lime Every since he was a infant he was raised around pimpin When he took his first step he walked with a limp'n Mannish nigga, hard-headed, damn fool His teacher sucked his dick in high school Supercalifragilisticexpialihooligan Breakin down the diesel mixin cookies with the headband Went to jail on a Friday, didn't get out until Tuesday Got a DUI for drinkin too much Louis Bitch [ CHORUS: Stresmatic ] [ 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 goin up And when I go to court I know I'm fucked All this shit 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're bein 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, mane [ CHORUS: Stresmatic ] [ VERSE 3: Wiz Khalifa ] Rollin papers so loud I wake up the neighbors A 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 pourin drank up While I'm rollin 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'ma blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it Spendin 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 Drinkin Bombay and lemonade, rollin up some paper planes [ CHORUS: Stresmatic ]