Droop-E - Say I lyrics

[Hook:] 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 a** n***a 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 f** a n***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 n***a hard headed damn fool His teacher s**ed 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**h [Hook:] 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 [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 a** prices DNV, bout to take my license Insurance, is going up, and when I go to court I know I'm f**ed All this sh**, 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**ed up and lose it mane, b**h [Hook:] 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 [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] Roll the paper so loud I wake up the neighbors The boss I don't need no favor You p**y so f** a hater b**h 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 n***as do it A Cup Walk up in the club then gonna bring some champagne I'm a blow a lot of d**, I put money on it Spendin all this bank let a f** n***a hate Real n***a show love sound funny don't it All this money think I lucked up All this Gin got me f**ed up Man I live life the taylor way Drinking Bombay and lemonade, rolling up some paper planes [Hook:] 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