Drugs, Girls, Money, Liquor

(专辑： Preposterously Dank - 2008)

A couple of things that'll bring a dude down, I'll tell ya in a sec
Uh-Spose, OH, SEVEN
Drugs, girls, money, liquor

Check it out, hey, yo, I'm breaking up prescription drugs on Egyptian rugs
Too blazed to be depicted thugs, blunts like "Huh, huh?"
My Ziplocs used to be in tip top form, like my hip-hop
Then one morn police swarmed the dorm (god damn!)
Warned, but didn't listen, ignored my inhibitions
Was snoring but they had warrants so now my parents bitching
No tuition because of my drug addiction
"Oh Ryan, you lyin'!" Nah, bitch, it's non-fiction
These blondes and brunettes are goddamn ruthless
My wallet's Somalian and starving, it's quite retarded
Girls, you can't take them out like the garbage
When the dinner costs more than the rent for your apartment
They want diamonds, islands, expensive bottles
I'm like "How about the dollar menu at McDonalds?"
But no girls is on their knees for fries and double cheese
Jeez, at least my right hand will fuck me for free!

What's it all about?
Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickles
But still I'm (alright)
As long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
If you feel me say (yeah)
Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickles
But still I'm (alright)
Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
(Shut the fuck up!)

Spizzy still unequivocally ill, but no deal
From Wells, like the girl from the ring, but no bling!
No ice like summer, Bank balance a bummer
Call my mom's house, they disconnected my number
I ain't stinking rich, but at least I don't stank
Fuck irrational skanks at Ocean National Bank
I'm broke, but still breaking up Garcia Vega
Fiending White Castle or Sonic like (SEGA!)
Muchos Cannabis, I'm a blunt analyst
Burritos, Fritos, Cheetos, and a sand-a-wich
I got the munchies, dank smelling funky
Chunky blunts longer than a candle stick
Hey, I like herbal shit, Percocet, Vicodin
It's like Heineken after Heineken
I freestyle and rhyme again
Also I'm drunk, trying to find 'shrooms
And this slam pigs starting to look like Heidi Klum

What's it all about?
Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickles
But still I'm (alright)
As long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
If you feel me say (yeah)
Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickles
But still I'm (alright)
Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
(Shut the fuck up!)

And now it's 4 A.M., bag with stems
No honeys, mo money
And this liquor got me feeling crummy, hug me
In a secluded room, or smoking Buddha
Thrice times booted, find me where the food is
Or-or, studdering and puking shit up
Like-like the second half of 2 Girls 1 Cup yuck!
Lamented exes or bimping sluts
Cause I'm drunk like, "WHAAA-I DON'T GIVE A FUCK"
I'll be wyling, drunk dialing, freestyling
Zoned out, rocking closed eye-a-lids
Me? I get higher when
I be smoking out a piece
Like I preach nonviolence
This liquor kicks it with my liver
But fuck that, where the drugs at?
Spizzy uninhibited drinker
Girl, you'll never find Ryan lying on the mic
But you might find Ryan high, lying on a dyke

What's it all about?
Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickles
But still I'm (alright)
As long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
If you feel me say (yeah)
Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickles
But still I'm (alright)
Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
(Shut the fuck up!)

(Yeah) [x4]
Who got-who got smoke
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Who got-who got smoke
(Yeah) [x4]
Who got-who got smoke
(Yeah) [x4]