Intoxication

Ayo Tonight's mantra Is two words F*ck it (Hahahaha) Bitch, I'm saucing until we hit the morning The DJ got it louder than a V8 engine roaring (skrrt) Ain't here to be bitter mane like the liquor taste I do this my way, actin' like a kid and play Too hype at the fuckin' house party tonight I'm getting tanked with no limit like the army arrived (uhhh) To the point where somebody finna call me a ride And black out back to the future like I'm Marty McFly (hey Doc) Imma make a prost like Oktoberfest in town (ja) As I run these tracks 'cause I go the extra mile (yeah) And I'm just messing 'round, no time for regretting now (wooh) While I'm checking out these beautiful femme fatales 'Cause I shoot for above average, ain't talkin' academics (aye) I show that I'm top in my class with the baddest bitches (wooh) Ring the alarm 'cause tonight we're getting so lit They call me The Bread Maker because Rye is getting toasted We're getting turnt tonight So put ya hands up to the sky Take my keys, no way Imma drive For tonight, I'm getting drunk and high We're getting turnt tonight So put ya hands up to the sky Take my keys, no way Imma drive For tonight, I'm getting drunk and high Straight up running through like tequila that's 100 proof (yeah) I'm not the type of young MC to go bust a move (uh) But can't resist the ladies with their booty poppin' (aye) With bass fatter than a track of Bootsy Collins (wooh) 'Cause I'd be digging callipygian chicks (oooh) That'd be keeping it real with no Brazilian lift Though I'm full of me from the Angel's intoxication This shawty's body shakin' got me hooked in conversation (damn) Don't you know, that's a risky combination (woof) And especially without a moderation (shit) And if I decide to add in chronic blazin' Imma need Dr. Dre in for this operation But I'm like a chemist with my own concoctions Ain't always first class, if you know what's poppin' (What you got?) Like this Dr. Pepper with some jack, no Harlow In the mix, I'm finna spit until they have the bars closed (uh) We're getting turnt tonight So put ya hands up to the sky Take my keys, no way Imma drive For tonight, I'm getting drunk and high We're getting turnt tonight So put ya hands up to the sky Take my keys, no way Imma drive For tonight, I'm getting drunk and high Sexy ladies, shake ya booty 'Cause I'm dog like my name is Snoopy (woof) All my party people, raise ya cups (aye) Come on, let's go blaze it up I don't give a f*ck, I'm gettin' crossed tonight (yeah) I ain't lost my mind, I just ain't forced to drive (skrrt) My homie got the sparks, ain't talkin' LA, boy (wooh) By now, he higher than Michel'le's voice (hehehehe) I don't know what ya read man, but let's get dirty (yerrr) If you know the drill, motherfuckers getting sturdy (wooh) What you thought, we just fist pump in Central Jersey Bitch you must be delirious, no Eddie Murphy But this 151 rum I'm sippin' Better not have me in this muhfucka trippin' (uh) 'Cause when you're wildin' with a beast like me (woof) We party and bullshit like B.I.G. We're getting turnt tonight So put ya hands up to the sky Take my keys, no way Imma drive For tonight, I'm getting drunk and high We're getting turnt tonight So put ya hands up to the sky Take my keys, no way Imma drive For tonight, I'm getting drunk and high