Rob "Cleva" Lightbourne - Whatever Happens, Happens lyrics

Verse: Damnit it's been a long day Went to the crib and got dressed now I'm on my way My homey in Inglewood is having a party No traffic on the 405 south fly way So I'm exceeding the speed limit til highway Patrol come into my vision so I pump my brakes And keep it legal until he exit then I take It up to 95 again looking behind me I pulled up to the scene it was so lively Greeted the homies then started looking for my drink And please believe I ain't babysittin' when I drink I'm tryin' to end up in no condition for driving Starting to feel the effect of liquor in my veins I could have sworn I heard somebody calling my name Oh it's the homegirl she came up to me politely Backed up put my arms around her then started grinding Working her body like if she's trying to excite me Felt me react turned around and she started smiling Homey she came with was all by himself and I think He was jealous, probably wanted to fight me, f** him Baby saw me take a swig of Hennessy then she asked If she could have a sip I told her she could finish the gla** She put it to her lips and finished it fast Then put her arms around my neck while I was palming her a** Looking at homey like.... Chorus: I don't give a f** tonight, pour some liquor in my gla** I'm getting drunk tonight....(3x) And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. Verse 2: Beer goggles, check! 2 kegs, check! One flask, check! 6 shot gun-sized shot-gla**es, check! Limited edition Britney beer mug, check! Coffin-sized ice chest, now I'm just fresh out of AA Don't know if I wanna hit the Viper Room or the Roxy Or get drunk at a backyard house party with Kid N Play Singing Oh-lah-Oh-lah-heyy, you can catch Fate At all the hot spots from South Beach to L. A. I must have been born on fat Tuesday cause my birthday Is officially Mardegraus day They hang my picture up on every TGI Friday I have a drinking problem, I won't stop drinking And that's my problem a disease I'm sure Vodka is the serum and Rum is the cure Robin Smith in the background.... I will always love booze Chorus: I don't give a f** tonight, pour some liquor in my gla** I'm getting drunk tonight....(3x) And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. Verse 3: How much liquor can the human body consume I'm wondering as the room is hotter than summer afternoons Vision's a little blurred, when they ask me if I'm f**ed up I hear my words slur.... Yes sir! Drunk than a motherf**er swear to God my tongue's numb Pa** me another I'm wildin' out til sun comes, sh** Can't walk or talk right And this b**h who keeps smiling is starting to look alright She in the mood for action, hands hara**ing Breasts pressed to my chest and asking "What I'm doing later tonight"? Whoa, not quite Give me like ten more minutes... f** a gla** now I'm tippin' bottle til it's hollow Til every fat girl in here resemble coke bottle-shaped models Live tonight to the fullest express sorrow tomorrow The motto I follow as I proceed full throttle (I think I'm ready now) Chorus: I don't give a f** tonight, pour some liquor in my gla** I'm getting drunk tonight....(3x) And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. I don't give a f** tonight, pour some liquor in my gla** I'm getting drunk tonight....(3x) And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. Additional "girl chatter". Outro: Marcus Brown - drunken talk