Nigga, come off. Check this out. Check this out.

Listen all this shit y'all talking ain't got no frills.

We'll pass the 40 around and weill see who's got some skills, I mean,

if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't

(I got skins. I got skins.)'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.

Verse One : Mista Lawnge

I'm the suger 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 Iim a run right through it.

Donit sleep on the side

Thinkin' Iim easy to beat.

Cause I'1l be up in that ass like a bike seat.

And when it comes to boneing I'm Mr Erecticy

Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy.

I 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.

Verse Two : 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 mike 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 looking.

Verse Three : Diggedy Dog?

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 rockint and,

Yes, I'm definitely here to stay.

Pass me 40. Pass me 40, pass it if you may.

Because my jiumy is hard and yes I have a hoe to slay.

And when I'm funkint the bitches they go huhhhhhh.

When I'm funkin' the bitches they go huhhhhhh.

Youtall drink the 40, I drink a Guinness 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.

Verse Four: Chris?

Pass it, tap it, and then crack it.

Take a small swig

Or down it like a pig.

You too tippys to operate this rig.

I'm a mike, You suckers I strike in filght.

Here's a DWI for drivin' drunk with the mike.

From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight.

Loosen your grip cause you're houlding it to tight.

it'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.

Verse Five : Dave Gossett

I live large, caviar and limos.

Spent most of my time refusing bullshit demos.

Can you understand, do you you understand.

Well let me explain I'm the A and are man.

Dave Gossett. Yes I rock it.

I rip the mike and I stuff pockets.

Don't believe me, ask the Sheep see.

They got the money, think it's funny,

Always scooping all the honey.

Opps. I ment to say hoes.

Broke my own rhyme.

What'ca didn't know, ut oh.

I see a stroblelite hoe, I gotta go, I gotta go.

Yo Dres, it'syour turn,

Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn.

Verse Six:

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 pul1 em like a dentist

MoId 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

Dres is that type of brother

that will hit that ass forever

Cause I'm clever, ever

Have I, ever, lost my sight

Or said mic 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 dontt 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 Itm 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 Iim swingin like a swinger

Singin like a singer

II'm lookin for your

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

Dres that's who I be

A divine incline of mine is studio time
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Pass The 40 Lyrics

Black Sheep – Pass The 40 Lyrics