Nigga, come off, check this out, check out Listen all this shit y'all talkin' got no frills We'll pass the 40 around and we'll see got some skills I mean if you got 'em you got 'em and if you (I got skins, got skins) over, so Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this brew to you I'm gonna some out for my man pee-wee (Pee-wee) And do what you do, all right black, bust it
I'm the sugar daddy, fuck what you think Pass the 40 right by me, 'cause you I don't drink I remain when I drop a hit But I put gum in my ass 'cause I to pop shit When it comes to pullin' I might do it But put your guard up black and I'm a run right it Don't sleep on the side, thinkin' I'm to beat 'Cause I'll be up in ass like a bike seat
And when it comes to boning, I'm Mr. Hoes come by the for a free histerectomy I've got a dick I brag about, I put it in fast then I drag it out Girls, I'll be the special see 'Cause man suffers from pseudo-penis envy I do damage, oh, uhm The sugar is guarantied to make you come Now I pass the 40 you heard from me So, go get a Chi-ali
I'm too young for 40's, and too young for blunts The only thing I'm not too young for is the The girlies, the ladies, I love with a passion But back to the mic I'm always down for action Many M.C.'s fall to the dust, some rust 'Cause I bust and I crush, you touch I'm the of the wild, the flavor of the Nile I gave you plenty of still ya fuck with this style Now you know, Chi-ali can't be tooken Pass the 40 my mother's not lookin'
Yo give me that, kid, you pah put you in the mourge to hot diggity dog bow wow wow wow wow Yipity yie yo, yipity yo yie dog is rockin' it and Yes, I'm definitly here to Pass me 40, pass me to 40, it if you may my Jimmy is hard and yes I have a hoe to slay
And when I'm funkin' it the bitches they go When I'm funkin' the bitches go huhhh You'll drink the 40, I drink a guiness And I see you home, I'm out You baby Chris, me the keys to the car I'm runnin' late for my
Pass it, tap it, and then it Take a swig or down it like a pig You too tipsys to this rig I'm a mike, you I strike in flight Here's a D.W.I. for drivin' drunk with the From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this Loosen grip 'cause you're holdin' it to tight I'll a body count, I know my body count is right drunk niggers from my left to my right And maybe you hope that I'm with
But it's all right, yo' all right So Dave my is getting weak the 40 so I can hear you speak
I live large, Caviar and Spent most of my refusin' bullshit demos Can you understand, do you you Well let me I'm the A and R man Dave Gossett, yes I it I rip the mic and I stuff believe me, ask the sheep see They got the money, think it's Always all the honey
Opps, I meant to say hoes, my own rhyme didn't know, uh oh I see a stroblelite hoe, I gotta go, I go Yo Dres, your turn Act like gonnarhea and burn burn
Step into the booth and give 'em That black don't need Jack to get loose And rip a roof, the too You're in my way so move And let a get smooth play me close 'Cause my goods are on So, I play 'em like vitamins and a ho a day
I pull 'em a dentist, mold 'em like a teacher Knock 'em like a bowler, fleece 'em like a Step, get a man, go to school, join a It no difference whether Dre's is type of brother That will hit that ass 'cause I'm clever, ever Have I, ever, lost my Or said, "Mike I bone this night"
Not talkin' 'bout But if she's lickin' I let it be known Don't the bone Micraphon's I like 'em 'cause let me amplify So don't reach for the sky, you know you fly But you reach up higher, a black sheep is your desire Then you look up at me I'm a frequent flyer
So now you got chief, grief will be your I sport a full jacket, give your beef some lo mein 'Cause I'mm swingin' like a swinger, like a singer I'm lookin' for your finger or ho so did you bring her Ah I'm just bullshittin', almost for quittin' money to be made and booty to be hittin' Look and you will see, that's who I be A divine incline of is studio time