Nigga, come off, this out, check this out Listen all this y'all talkin' 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 some out for my man pee-wee (Pee-wee) And do what you do, all right black, bust it
I'm the dick daddy, fuck what you think Pass the 40 right by me, 'cause you know I drink I remain when I drop a hit But I put gum in my ass 'cause I like to pop it comes to pullin' gums 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 to boning, I'm Mr. Erecticy Hoes come by the crib for a free got a dick that I brag about, I put it in fast then I drag it out Girls, I'll be the friend see your man suffers from pseudo-penis envy I do damage, oh, uhm The sugar dick is guarantied to make you Now I the 40 'cause you heard from me So, go get a forklift
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 a passion But back to the mic 'cause I'm down for action Many M.C.'s to the dust, some will rust 'Cause I and I crush, you can't 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, Chi-ali 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, yipity yo yie Digity dog is it and Yes, I'm definitly here to Pass me 40, pass me to 40, it if you may Because my Jimmy is hard and yes I a hoe to slay
And when I'm funkin' it the bitches they go 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, me the keys to the car I'm runnin' for my menage-a-trois
Pass it, tap it, and crack it Take a small swig or it like a pig You too tipsys to this rig I'm a mike, you suckers I in flight Here's a D.W.I. for drivin' with the Mike From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this Loosen your grip you're holdin' it to tight I'll take a count, I know my body count is right Five drunk niggers from my left to my And maybe you hope that I'm tonight
But it's all right, yo' all right So Dave my grip is getting the 40 so I can hear you speak
I live large, and Limos Spent most of my time refusin' 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 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 What'cha know, uh oh I see a stroblelite hoe, I go, I gotta go Yo Dres, your turn Act like gonnarhea and burn baby
Step into the booth and 'em proof black sheep don't need Jack to get loose And rip a roof, the too in my fuckin' way so move And let a get smooth Honeys me close 'Cause my are on display So, I play 'em like vitamins and a ho a day
I pull 'em like a dentist, 'em like a teacher 'em like a bowler, fleece 'em like a preacher Step, get a man, go to school, a band It no difference whether Dre's is that type of will hit that ass forever 'cause I'm clever, ever Have I, ever, my sight Or said, "Mike when I this night"
Not 'bout chicken But if she's finger I will let it be 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 still you reach up higher, a black sheep is your you look up at me 'cause I'm a frequent flyer
So now you got beef chief, grief be your I sport a full jacket, give your beef some lo mein 'Cause I'mm like a swinger, singin' like a singer I'm lookin' for your finger or ho so did you bring her Ah I'm just bullshittin', time for quittin' There's money to be and booty to be hittin' Look and you see, Dre's that's who I be A incline of mine is studio time