Black Sheep - Pass The 40 Lyrics

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Nigga come off check this out check this out

Listen all this shit y'all talkin' ain't got no frills

We'll pass the 40 around and we'll see who's got some skills

I mean 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 brew to you

I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee

(pee-wee)

And do what you gotta do all right black bust it

I'm the sugar dick daddy fuck what you think

Pass the 40 right by me 'cause you know i don't drink

I remain sober when i drop a hit

But i put gum in my ass 'cause i like to pop shit

When it comes to pullin' gums i might do it

But put your guard up black and i'm a run right through it

Don't sleep on the side thinkin' i'm easy to beat

'cause i'll be up in that ass like a bike seat

And when it comes to boning i'm mr. erecticy

Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy

I've got a dick that i brag about i put it in fast then i drag it out

Girls i'll be the special friend see

'cause your man suffers from pseudo-penis envy

I do damage oh uhm

The sugar dick is guarantied to make you come

Now i pass the 40 'cause you heard from me

So go get a forklift chi-ali

Well i'm too young for 40's and too young for blunts

The only thing i'm not too young for is the stunts

The girlies the ladies i love them with a passion

But back to the mic 'cause i'm always down for action

Many m.c.'s fall to the dust some will rust

'cause i bust and i crush you can't touch

I'm the child of the wild the flavor of the nile

I gave you plenty of chances still ya fuck with this style

Now that you know chi-ali can't be tooken

Pass the 40 'cause my mother's not lookin'

Yo give me that kid you pah will put you in the mourge

Listen to hot diggity dog

Bibb bow wow wow wow wow

Yipity yie yo yipity yo yie yeah

Digity dog is rockin' it and

Yes i'm definitly here to stay

Pass me 40 pass me to 40 pass it if you may

Because my jimmy is hard and yes i have a hoe to slay

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And when i'm funkin' it the bitches they go huhhh

When i'm funkin' the bitches they go huhhh

You'll drink the 40 i drink a guiness staught

And when i see you home i'm out

You baby chris pass me the keys to the car

I'm runnin' late for my menage-a-trois

Pass it tap it and then crack it

Take a small swig or down it like a pig

You too tipsys to operate this rig

I'm a mike you suckers i strike in flight

Here's a d.w.i. for drivin' drunk with the mike

From chi to lawnge and all those in this fight

Loosen your grip 'cause you're holdin' it to tight

I'll take a body count i know my body count is right

Five drunk niggers from my left to my right

And maybe you hope that i'm with tonight

But it's all right yo' it's all right

So dave my grip is getting weak

Grab the 40 so i can hear you speak

I live large caviar and limos

Spent most of my time refusin' bullshit demos

Can you understand do you you understand?

Well let me explain i'm the a and r man

Dave gossett yes i rock it

I rip the mic and i stuff pockets

Don't believe me ask the sheep see

They got the money think it's funny

Always scoopin' all the honey

Opps i meant to say hoes broke my own rhyme

What'cha didn't know uh oh

I see a stroblelite hoe i gotta go i gotta go

Yo dres it's your turn

Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn

Step into the booth and give 'em proof

That black sheep don't need jack to get loose

And rip a roof the center too

You're in my fuckin' way so move

And let a nigga get smooth

Honeys play me close

'cause my goods are on display

So i play 'em like vitamins and take a ho a day

I pull 'em like a dentist mold 'em like a teacher

Knock 'em like a bowler fleece 'em like a preacher

Step get a man go to school join a band

It makes no difference whether

Dre's is that type of brother

That will hit that ass forever 'cause i'm clever ever

Have i ever lost my sight

Or said "mike when i bone this night"

Not talkin' 'bout chicken

But if she's finger lickin'

I will let it be known

Don't bite the bone

Micraphon's i like 'em 'cause they let me amplify

So don't reach for the sky you know you can't fly

But still you reach up higher a black sheep is your desire

Then you look up at me 'cause i'm a frequent flyer

So now you got beef chief grief will be your

I sport a full metal jacket give your beef some lo mein

'cause i'mm swingin' like a swinger singin' like a singer

I'm lookin' for your finger or your ho so did you bring her

Ah i'm just bullshittin' almost time for quittin'

There's money to be made and booty to be hittin'

Look and you will see dre's that's who i be

A divine incline of mine is studio time

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