Whatever Happens, Happens Lyrics - Singles - Rob "cleva" Lightbourne

Verse: 

Damnit it's been a long day 

Went to the crib and got dressed now I'm on my way 

My homey in Inglewood is having a party 

No traffic on the 405 south fly way 

So I'm exceeding the speed limit til highway 

Patrol come into my vision so I pump my brakes 

And keep it legal until he exit then I take 

It up to 95 again looking behind me 

I pulled up to the scene it was so lively 

Greeted the homies then started looking for my drink 

And please believe I ain't babysittin' when I drink 

I'm tryin' to end up in no condition for driving 

Starting to feel the effect of liquor in my veins 

I could have sworn I heard somebody calling my name 

Oh it's the homegirl she came up to me politely 

Backed up put my arms around her then started grinding 

Working her body like if she's trying to excite me 

Felt me react turned around and she started smiling 

Homey she came with was all by himself and I think 

He was jealous, probably wanted to fight me, fuck him 

Baby saw me take a swig of Hennessy then she asked 

If she could have a sip I told her she could finish the glass 

She put it to her lips and finished it fast 

Then put her arms around my neck while I was palming her ass 

Looking at homey like.... 

Chorus: 

I don't give a fuck tonight, pour some liquor in my glass I'm getting drunk 

tonight....(3x) 

And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. 

Verse 2: 

Beer goggles, check! 2 kegs, check! 

One flask, check! 

6 shot gun-sized shot-glasses, check! 

Limited edition Britney beer mug, check! 

Coffin-sized ice chest, now I'm just fresh out of AA 

Don't know if I wanna hit the Viper Room or the Roxy 

Or get drunk at a backyard house party with Kid N Play 

Singing Oh-lah-Oh-lah-heyy, you can catch Fate 

At all the hot spots from South Beach to L. A. 

I must have been born on fat Tuesday cause my birthday 

Is officially Mardegraus day 

They hang my picture up on every TGI Friday 

I have a drinking problem, I won't stop drinking 

And that's my problem a disease I'm sure 

Vodka is the serum and Rum is the cure 

Robin Smith in the background.... I will always love booze 

Chorus: 

I don't give a fuck tonight, pour some liquor in my glass I'm getting drunk 

tonight....(3x) 

And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. 

Verse 3: 

How much liquor can the human body consume 

I'm wondering as the room is hotter than summer afternoons 

Vision's a little blurred, when they ask me if I'm fucked up 

I hear my words slur.... Yes sir! 

Drunk than a motherfucker swear to God my tongue's numb 

Pass me another I'm wildin' out til sun comes, shit 

Can't walk or talk right 

And this bitch who keeps smiling is starting to look alright 

She in the mood for action, hands harassing 

Breasts pressed to my chest and asking 

"What I'm doing later tonight"? Whoa, not quite 

Give me like ten more minutes... 

Fuck a glass now I'm tippin' bottle til it's hollow 

Til every fat girl in here resemble coke bottle-shaped models 

Live tonight to the fullest express sorrow tomorrow 

The motto I follow as I proceed full throttle (I think I'm ready now) 

Chorus: 

I don't give a fuck tonight, pour some liquor in my glass I'm getting drunk 

tonight....(3x) 

And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. 

I don't give a fuck tonight, pour some liquor in my glass I'm getting drunk 

tonight....(3x) 

And whatever happens, happens, whatever happens, happens. 

Additional "girl chatter". 

Outro: 

Marcus Brown - drunken talk