[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 a** n***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** 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
[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 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 man, b**h
[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 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.
[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