Pass The 40 - Black Sheep

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 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. I 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 Ima run right through it

Don’t sleep on the size

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 hysterectomy

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 guaranteed to make you cum

Now I pass the 40 cause you heard from me

So, go get a forklift Chi-Ali

Well I’m too young for 40s, 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 looking

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

Diggity dog is rocking and

Yes, I’m definitely here to stay

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

Because my jimmy is hard and yes I have a ho to slay

And when I’m funking the bitches they go huhhhhhh

When I’m funkin' the bitches they go huhhhhhh

Y’all drink the 40, I drink a Guinness Stout

And when I see you home, I’m out

Yo 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’re too tippy to operate this rig

I’m a mike, You suckers I strike in flight

Here’s a DWI for drivin' drunk with the mic

From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight

Loosen your grip 'cause you’re holding it too tight

It’ll take a body count, I know my body count is right

Five drunk niggas from my left to my right

And maybe a ho 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 refusing bullshit demos

Can you understand, do you understand

Well let me explain I’m the A and R 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

Oops, I meant to say hoes

Broke my own rhyme

What’cha didn’t know, ut oh

I see a stroblelite ho, I gotta go, I gotta go

Yo Dres, it’s your turn

Act like gonorrhea 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, loosen a tooth

You’re in my fuckin way so move

And let a nigga get smooth

Honies 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

MoId em like a teacher

Knock em like a bowler

Fleece em like a preacher

Step, get 'em 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

Never ever, have I lost my sight

Or said might or went a boneless night

Not talkin bout chicken

But if she’s finger-lickin'

I will let it be known

Don’t bite the bone

Microphones 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-type desire

Then you look up at me cause I’m a frequent flyer

So now you got beef chief

Grief will be your claim

I sport a full metal jacket

Give your beef some lo mein

Cause I’m swingin like a swinger

Singing like a singer

I’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