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 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 Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this to you I'm gonna pour some out for my man (Pee-wee) And do what you gotta do, all right black, it
I'm the sugar dick daddy, fuck what you 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 I like to pop shit it comes to pullin' gums I might do it But put your guard up black and I'm a run through it Don't sleep on the side, I'm easy to beat 'Cause be up in that ass like a bike seat
And when it to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy come 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, be the special friend see 'Cause man suffers from pseudo-penis envy I do damage, oh, uhm The sugar dick is guarantied to make you 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 young for is the The girlies, the ladies, I love them with a But back to the mic 'cause I'm always down for Many M.C.'s fall to the dust, will rust 'Cause I bust and I crush, you touch I'm the child of the wild, the flavor of the I you plenty of chances still ya fuck with this style Now you know, Chi-ali can't be tooken Pass the 40 'cause my mother's not
Yo give me that, kid, you pah put you in the mourge Listen to hot dog bow wow wow wow wow Yipity yie yo, yipity yo yie Digity dog is it and Yes, I'm definitly here to Pass me 40, me to 40, pass it if you may Because my Jimmy is hard and yes I a hoe to slay
And when I'm funkin' it the they go huhhh When I'm funkin' the they go huhhh You'll drink the 40, I a guiness staught And I see you home, I'm out You baby Chris, me the keys to the car I'm runnin' for my menage-a-trois
it, tap it, and then 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 Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight Loosen your 'cause you're holdin' it to tight I'll take a body count, I know my body count is drunk niggers from my left to my right And you hope that I'm with tonight
But all right, yo' it's all right So Dave my is getting weak Grab the 40 so I can hear you
I live large, and Limos Spent most of my time bullshit demos 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 believe me, ask the sheep see They got the money, think funny scoopin' all the honey
Opps, I to say hoes, broke my own rhyme What'cha know, uh oh I see a hoe, I gotta go, I gotta go Yo Dres, it's turn Act gonnarhea and burn baby burn
Step into the and give 'em proof That black sheep don't need Jack to get And rip a roof, the too You're in my fuckin' way so And let a nigga get Honeys play me my goods are on display So, I play 'em vitamins and take a ho a day
I pull 'em a dentist, mold 'em like a teacher Knock 'em like a bowler, fleece 'em a preacher Step, get a man, go to school, join a It makes no difference Dre's is type of brother That hit that ass forever 'cause I'm clever, ever Have I, ever, lost my Or said, "Mike when I bone night"
Not 'bout chicken But if she's lickin' I let it be known Don't the bone Micraphon's I like 'em 'cause let me amplify So reach for the sky, you know you can't fly But still you reach up higher, a black sheep is your Then you look up at me 'cause I'm a frequent
So now you got chief, grief will 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' There's money to be made and to be hittin' Look and you will see, Dre's who I be A divine incline of mine is studio