Nigga, off, check this out, check this out Listen all this shit y'all ain't got no frills We'll pass the 40 and we'll see who's got some skills I if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't (I got skins, got skins) You're over, so Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this to you I'm gonna pour out for my man pee-wee (Pee-wee) And do what you gotta do, all black, bust it
I'm the sugar daddy, fuck what you think Pass the 40 right by me, 'cause you know I don't I remain sober I drop a hit But I put gum in my ass 'cause I like to pop When it to pullin' gums I might do it But put your guard up and I'm a run right through it Don't sleep on the side, I'm easy to beat 'Cause I'll be up in that ass a bike seat
And it comes to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy Hoes come by the crib for a free I've got a dick that I about, I put it in fast then I drag it out Girls, be the special friend see your man suffers from pseudo-penis envy I do damage, oh, uhm The sugar dick is guarantied to you come Now I pass the 40 'cause you heard me So, go get a forklift
Well I'm too young for 40's, and too young for The only thing I'm not too for is the stunts The girlies, the ladies, I them with a passion But back to the mic 'cause I'm down for action M.C.'s fall to the dust, some will rust 'Cause I bust and I crush, you touch I'm the child of the wild, the flavor of the I gave you plenty of chances still ya with this style Now you know, Chi-ali can't be tooken Pass the 40 'cause my mother's not
Yo me that, kid, you pah will put you in the mourge to hot diggity dog bow wow wow wow wow Yipity yie yo, yo yie yeah dog is rockin' it and Yes, I'm definitly here to Pass me 40, me to 40, pass it if you may Because my Jimmy is and yes I have a hoe to slay
And when I'm funkin' it the bitches go huhhh When I'm the bitches they go huhhh You'll drink the 40, I a guiness staught And I see you home, I'm out You baby Chris, pass me the 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 operate rig I'm a mike, you I strike in flight Here's a D.W.I. for drivin' drunk the Mike From Chi to Lawnge and all in this fight Loosen your 'cause you're holdin' it to tight I'll take a body count, I know my body is right Five drunk niggers from my left to my And maybe you hope I'm with tonight
But it's all right, yo' all right So my grip is getting weak the 40 so I can hear you speak
I large, Caviar and Limos Spent most of my time refusin' bullshit Can you understand, do you you Well let me I'm the A and R man Gossett, yes I rock it I rip the mic and I stuff believe me, ask the sheep see They got the money, it's funny Always scoopin' all the
Opps, I meant to say hoes, broke my own What'cha know, uh oh I see a hoe, I gotta go, I gotta go Yo Dres, it's your Act like gonnarhea and burn burn
Step into the and give 'em proof That black sheep don't need to get loose And rip a roof, the too in my fuckin' way so move And let a nigga get play me close 'Cause my goods are on So, I play 'em like and take a ho a day
I pull 'em a dentist, mold 'em like a teacher Knock 'em like a bowler, 'em like a preacher Step, get a man, go to school, a band It makes no whether Dre's is type of brother That will hit ass forever 'cause I'm clever, ever Have I, ever, lost my Or said, "Mike when I this night"
Not talkin' chicken But if she's lickin' I let it be known bite the bone Micraphon's I like 'em they let me amplify So reach for the sky, you know you can't fly But still you reach up higher, a black sheep is desire Then you look up at me 'cause I'm a flyer
So now you got beef chief, grief will be I sport a full metal jacket, give beef some lo mein I'mm swingin' like a swinger, singin' like a singer I'm for your finger or your ho so did you bring her Ah I'm just bullshittin', time for quittin' There's money to be made and to be hittin' Look and you see, Dre's that's who I be A divine incline of mine is time