Say I Lyrics - Singles - E-40 & Too Short

All in favor of getting ripped and gone 

And youre 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 

Plug me in and watch me go (go), bad on the hoe ass nigga 

Dont give me no more (more) Im on my second fifth of liquor 

Once Im powered up its hard for me to power down 

I fuck a nigga up and put tears on him under ground 

I went from rags to riches, riches to racks 

Top convertible, Benzes and Jags 

Smoking me herbal, sipping me wine 

Or should I say turtle cause its green and its lime 

Ever since he was an infant he was raised around pimpin 

He took his first step, he walked with a limp-in 

Manish nigga hardheaded damn fool (damn foo) 

His teacher sucked his dick in high school (High School) 

Supercalifragilistic Expiali..Hooligan 

Breakin down the diesel mixing cookies with the head wind 

went to Jail on a Friday, didnt get out until Tuesday 

got a DUI for drinking too much Louie, (bitch) 

All in favor of getting ripped and gone 

and youre 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 

I, gotta DUI, Why, I didnt even have to drive 

Now, Im 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 going up and when I go to court, I know Im fucked 

All this shit just for drinking 

Need a designated driver Im too drunk for thinkin 

Two hands on the steering wheel, 

Dont let a friend drink and drive if your being real 

Might crash the whip, might lose your life 

If I get too high tonight 

Just make sure Im making home safe and you do the same 

Now lets get fucked up and lose it man, bitch 

All in favor of getting ripped and gone 

And youre 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 

Rolling paper so loud I wake up the neighbors 

A boss I dont 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 every meal got a waiter wit it 

And Im all about pouring drink up 

While Im rolling the stank up 

Sweat my wife about her make up, 

Blow a pound when I wake up, 

See the cars they dont want to race us 

I do it big, niggas do it A-Cup 

Walk up in the club they gonna bring some champagne 

Imma blow a lot of drugs, I put money on it 

Spendin all this bank let it fuck nigga hate 

Real nigga show love sound funny done it 

All this money think I lucked up 

All this Gin got me fucked up 

Man I live life the Taylor way 

Drinking Bombay n lemonade rolling up some paper planes 

All in favor of getting ripped and gone 

And youre gonna have to call someone to drive you home 

Say I I I I I I I 

All the 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