Nigga, come off, this out, check this out Listen all this y'all talkin' ain't got no frills We'll pass the 40 around and we'll see who's got skills I if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't (I got skins, got skins) You're over, so Lawnge, listen, I give this brew to you I'm gonna pour out for my man pee-wee (Pee-wee) And do you gotta do, all right black, bust it
I'm the sugar daddy, fuck what you think the 40 right by me, 'cause you know 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 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 like a seat
And when it to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy Hoes by the crib for a free histerectomy I've got a dick that I brag about, I put it in fast I drag it out Girls, I'll be the friend see 'Cause your man suffers from envy I do damage, oh, uhm The sugar dick is to make you come Now I pass the 40 'cause you heard 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 for is the stunts The girlies, the ladies, I love them with a But back to the mic 'cause I'm down for action Many M.C.'s fall to the dust, some will 'Cause I bust and I crush, you touch I'm the child of the wild, the of the Nile I gave you plenty of chances still ya fuck this style Now that you know, can't be tooken Pass the 40 'cause my mother's not
Yo me that, kid, you pah will put you in the mourge Listen to hot 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 it the bitches they go huhhh When I'm funkin' the bitches they go You'll the 40, I drink a guiness staught And I see you home, I'm out You baby Chris, pass me the to the car I'm runnin' for my menage-a-trois
Pass it, tap it, and then it Take a small 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 with the Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight Loosen your grip 'cause you're it to tight I'll take a count, I know my body count is right Five niggers from my left to my right And maybe you hope that I'm tonight
But all right, yo' it's all right So Dave my grip is getting the 40 so I can hear you speak
I live large, Caviar and 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 pockets Don't believe me, ask the see got the money, think it's funny Always scoopin' all the
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 baby
Step into the booth and 'em proof 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 nigga get Honeys play me my goods are on display So, I 'em like vitamins 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 no difference whether Dre's is that of brother That will hit that ass forever 'cause I'm clever, Have I, ever, my sight Or said, "Mike I bone this night"
Not talkin' chicken But if she's lickin' I let it be known Don't 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 you look up at me 'cause I'm a frequent flyer
So now you got beef chief, grief be your I sport a full metal jacket, give your some lo mein 'Cause I'mm swingin' like a swinger, singin' a singer I'm for your finger or your 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 see, Dre's that's who I be A divine of mine is studio time