(feat. Tash, Mic Boyd) [Tash:] What's up Canada, ye, you know We got caTash up in this bitch so everybody raise your cups up I'm about to make a toast and after that, we gettin fucked up Yup yup, you know, and you ain't checkin with an ammateur Customs bust my balls, but I still made it thru Canada Right off the bat, I'm down the blue Labatt's Now I'm creepin thru the party, they like 'who is that?' Gettin toe up from the floor, up in the LA Dodgers feathered cap Drinks is kinda weak, bartender, gotta send them back Put it on my tab, while I snatch and grab a couple glasses Couple asses, cause my pick is so rowdy Probably representin my city, under seized thats LA California, north of cocaine and weed But all I really need for me to see some shit in 3d Is 3 bottles of rum, and a Classified cd Another day, another stamp in my passport So when you want to drink, you know who the fuck to ask for [Chorus:] Let it go, have a drink, take a sip Everybody sit back, recline When you work for the week, and youre stressed And youre feelin like you need to unwind Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth Hold it there til the liquor flows out And it slides down the back of your throat [Classified:] Ya, now I don't like how my liquor be tasting But drink it every week for the intoxication Straight up, youre wasted, drunk, inebriated My tolerance is there, but its not the greatest Forget about the work week, and all the troubles son Chug like youre thirsty, and grab another one Feelin the effect off of 3 or 4 beer Cause in Canada, the alcohol percent is more here Ya, I walk with a swagger in my step Only cause I'm drunk, smell the Yagger on my breath Takin shots burn, like a dagger to the chest So I switch back to beer, get the kegger out next Still gettin twisted, you know the deal Pissin every 10 minutes since I broke the seal This is classic attached, drink til we sloppy I ain't alcoholic, I just got the same high beat [Chorus:] Let it go, have a drink, take a sip Everybody sit back, recline When you work for the week, and youre stressed And youre feelin like you need to unwind Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth Hold it there til the liquor flows out And it slides down the back of your throat Yo Tash, you got the weed? (You, you, you know it) It's Class who got the beats (You, you, you know it) Crack open the beer (You, you, you know it) Ya we got it this year (You, you, you know it) Alkaholiks (You, you, you know it) HalfLife (You, you, you know it) Catastophy (You, you, you know it) Class on the track (You, you, you know it) [Classified:] This is for the casual drinkers who don't know when to quit For the underage kids wanna sip til they sick For the ones who go to college to study abroad Then they waste all day drinkin, studyin broads How the fuck y'all feelin out there We got what you want Y'all fucked up like me We only drink to get drunk So whats up California Whats up Nova Scotia Say cheers! cheers A toast for you here [Chorus:] Let it go, have a drink, take a sip Everybody sit back, recline When you work for the week, and youre stressed And youre feelin like you need to unwind Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth Hold it there til the liquor flows out And it slides down the back of your throat
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(feat. Tash, Mic Boyd) [Tash:] What's up Canada, ye, you know We got caTash up in this bitch so everybody raise your cups up I'm about to make a toast and after that, we gettin fucked up Yup yup, you know, and you ain't checkin with an ammateur Customs bust my balls, but I still made it thru Canada Right off the bat, I'm down the blue Labatt's Now I'm creepin thru the party, they like 'who is that?' Gettin toe up from the floor, up in the LA Dodgers feathered cap Drinks is kinda weak, bartender, gotta send them back Put it on my tab, while I snatch and grab a couple glasses Couple asses, cause my pick is so rowdy Probably representin my city, under seized thats LA California, north of cocaine and weed But all I really need for me to see some shit in 3d Is 3 bottles of rum, and a Classified cd Another day, another stamp in my passport So when you want to drink, you know who the fuck to ask for [Chorus:] Let it go, have a drink, take a sip Everybody sit back, recline When you work for the week, and youre stressed And youre feelin like you need to unwind Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth Hold it there til the liquor flows out And it slides down the back of your throat [Classified:] Ya, now I don't like how my liquor be tasting But drink it every week for the intoxication Straight up, youre wasted, drunk, inebriated My tolerance is there, but its not the greatest Forget about the work week, and all the troubles son Chug like youre thirsty, and grab another one Feelin the effect off of 3 or 4 beer Cause in Canada, the alcohol percent is more here Ya, I walk with a swagger in my step Only cause I'm drunk, smell the Yagger on my breath Takin shots burn, like a dagger to the chest So I switch back to beer, get the kegger out next Still gettin twisted, you know the deal Pissin every 10 minutes since I broke the seal This is classic attached, drink til we sloppy I ain't alcoholic, I just got the same high beat [Chorus:] Let it go, have a drink, take a sip Everybody sit back, recline When you work for the week, and youre stressed And youre feelin like you need to unwind Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth Hold it there til the liquor flows out And it slides down the back of your throat Yo Tash, you got the weed? (You, you, you know it) It's Class who got the beats (You, you, you know it) Crack open the beer (You, you, you know it) Ya we got it this year (You, you, you know it) Alkaholiks (You, you, you know it) HalfLife (You, you, you know it) Catastophy (You, you, you know it) Class on the track (You, you, you know it) [Classified:] This is for the casual drinkers who don't know when to quit For the underage kids wanna sip til they sick For the ones who go to college to study abroad Then they waste all day drinkin, studyin broads How the fuck y'all feelin out there We got what you want Y'all fucked up like me We only drink to get drunk So whats up California Whats up Nova Scotia Say cheers! cheers A toast for you here [Chorus:] Let it go, have a drink, take a sip Everybody sit back, recline When you work for the week, and youre stressed And youre feelin like you need to unwind Pour a drink, raise your glass, make a toast Tilt your head, put the glass in your mouth Hold it there til the liquor flows out And it slides down the back of your throat
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