| 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 amateur |
| 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 |
| Let it go, have a drink, take a sip |
| Everybody sit back, recline |
| When you work for the week, and you’re stressed |
| And you’re 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 |
| Ya, now I don’t like how my liquor be tasting |
| But drink it every week for the intoxication |
| Straight up, you’re wasted, drunk, inebriated |
| My tolerance is there, but its not the greatest |
| Forget about the work week, and all the troubles son |
| Chug like you’re 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 |
| Let it go, have a drink, take a sip |
| Everybody sit back, recline |
| When you work for the week, and you’re stressed |
| And you’re 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) |
| 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 |
| Let it go, have a drink, take a sip |
| Everybody sit back, recline |
| When you work for the week, and you’re stressed |
| And you’re 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 |