Drugs, Girls, Money & Liquor

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 zip-locks used to be in tip top form, like my hip-hop
 'til one morn police swarmed the dorm (god damn!)
 One that didn't listen, ignored my inhibition with snorin' but they had warrants so now my parents bitchin'
 No tuition because of my drug addiction 'Oh Ryan, you lyin'!', Nah bitch it's non-fiction
 These blonds and brunettes are god-damned ruthless
 My wallet's Somalian and starvin' 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 fool
 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 fool
 (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 stinkin' rich, but at least I don't stank
 Fuck irrational skanks at Ocean National Bank
 I'm broke, but still breaking the Garcia figure
 Feeding at 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 smellin' 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-pic is starting to look like Heidi Klum
 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 smokin' Buddha
 Thrice times wooted, find me where the food is
 Or-or, studderin' and pukin' shit up
 Like the second half of 2 girls 1 cup
 Yep, demented exes, or pimpin' sluts
 Cause I'm drunk like WHAAA-I DON'T GIVE A FUCK
 I'll be wilin', drunk dialin', freestylin'
 Zoned out, rockin' closed eye-a-lids
 Me? I get higher when
 I be smokin' out the piece
 Like I'm preached on violins
 This liquor kicks into my liver
 But fuck that, where the drugs at?
 Spizzy uninhibited drinker
 Girl, you never find Ryan lyin' on the mic
 But you might find Ryan high lyin' on the dike
 (yeah)x4
 Who got-who got smoke-
 (yeah)x4
 Who got-who got smoke-
 (yeah)x4
 Who got-who got smoke-
 (yeah)x4