[Chorus: Stressmatic]
All in favor of getting 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
And you might start to feel like a bird that can fly
Say I, I, I, I, I, I, I

[Verse 1: E-40]
Plug me in and watch me go, bad on a ho ass nigga
Don't give me no more, I'm on my second fifth of liquor
Once I'm powered 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 turf 'cause it's green and it's lime
Ever since he was an infant he was raised around pimpin'
When he took his first step, he walked with a limp and...
Manish nigga, hardheaded, damn fool
His teacher sucked his dick in high school
Supercalifragilisticexpialihooligan
Breaking down the diesel, mixing cookies with the headband
Went to jail on a Friday, didn't get out until Tuesday
Got a DUI for drinking too much Louis, biatch!
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