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(with Too $hort) (feat. Wiz Khalifa) [Chorus:] 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 1: E-40] Brought me in and watch me go, bad on a hoe ass nigga 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 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 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 nigga 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 Letras de cancionesWent to jail on a Friday, didn't get out till Tuesday Got a DUI for drinking too much lou, bitch [Chorus:] 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 ass prices, DNV, 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 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 fucked up and lose it man, bitch [Chorus:] 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 pussy so fuck a hater bitch 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 drugs, I put money on it, Spendin all this bank let a fuck nigga hate Real nigga 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. [Chorus:] 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 From Letras Mania