Nigga, come off, check this out, this out Listen all shit y'all talkin' ain't got no frills We'll the 40 around and we'll see who's got some skills I mean if you got 'em you got 'em and if you (I got skins, got skins) You're over, so Mista Lawnge, listen, I give brew to you I'm gonna pour some out for my man (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 know I drink I sober when I drop a hit But I put gum in my ass 'cause I like to pop When it comes to pullin' gums I do it But put your guard up black and I'm a run through it Don't sleep on the side, thinkin' I'm to beat 'Cause I'll be up in that ass like a seat
And when it to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy Hoes come by the crib for a histerectomy I've got a that I brag about, I put it in fast then I drag it out Girls, be the special friend see 'Cause your man suffers pseudo-penis 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
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 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 child of the wild, the of the Nile I gave you plenty of chances still ya fuck with this Now that you know, Chi-ali can't be Pass the 40 'cause my not lookin'
Yo give me that, kid, you pah put you in the mourge Listen to hot dog bow wow wow wow wow Yipity yie yo, yo yie yeah Digity dog is 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 they go huhhh You'll drink the 40, I drink a guiness And I see you home, I'm out You baby Chris, pass me the to the car I'm late for my menage-a-trois
Pass it, tap it, and crack it Take a small swig or down it a pig You too to operate 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 in this fight Loosen your grip you're holdin' it to tight take a body count, I know my body count is right Five drunk niggers my left to my right And maybe you that I'm with tonight
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, and Limos Spent most of my time refusin' bullshit Can you understand, do you you let me explain 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 funny Always scoopin' all the
Opps, I meant to say hoes, my own rhyme What'cha know, uh oh I see a stroblelite hoe, I go, I gotta go Yo Dres, your turn Act like gonnarhea and baby burn
Step into the booth and give 'em That black sheep don't need to get loose And rip a roof, the too You're in my fuckin' way so And let a nigga get Honeys 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 makes no difference Dre's is that of brother That hit that ass forever 'cause I'm clever, ever I, ever, lost my sight Or said, "Mike I bone this night"
Not talkin' 'bout But if she's finger I let it be known bite the bone Micraphon's I like 'em they let me amplify So don't reach for the sky, you you can't fly But still you 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 metal jacket, give beef some lo mein 'Cause I'mm swingin' like a swinger, singin' a singer I'm lookin' for your finger or ho so did you bring her Ah I'm bullshittin', almost time for quittin' There's money to be made and to be hittin' and you will see, Dre's that's who I be A divine of mine is studio time