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(feat. With Guests) |
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(Intro:) |
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Nigga, come off. Check this out. Check this out. |
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Listen all this shit y'all talking ain't got no frills. |
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We'll pass the 40 around and weill see who's got some skills, I mean, |
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if you got 'em you got 'em and if you don't |
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(I got skins. I got skins.) |
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...you're over. So Mista Lawnge, listen, I give this brew to you. |
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I'm gonna pour some out for my man pee-wee. (Pee-Wee!) |
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And do what you gotta do, all right black. Bust it. |
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(Verse One : Mista Lawnge) |
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I'm the suger dick daddy, |
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**** what you think. |
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Pass the 40 right by me |
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Cause you know I don't drink. |
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I remain sober when I drop a hit, |
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But I put gum in my ass cause I like to pop shit. |
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When it comes to pullin' gums I might do it. |
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But put your guard up Black |
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And Iim a run right through it. |
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Donit sleep on the side |
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Thinkin' Iim easy to beat. |
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Cause I'1l be up in that ass like a bike seat. |
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And when it comes to boneing I'm Mr Erecticy |
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Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy. |
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I ive got a dick that I brag about. |
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I put it in fast then I drag it out. |
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Girls, I'll be the special friend see, |
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Cause your man suffers from pseudo-penis envy. |
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I do damage, Oh, Uhm. |
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The Sugar Dick is guarantied to make you come. |
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Now I pass the 40 cause you heard from me, |
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So, go get a forklift Chi-Ali. |
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(Verse Two : Chi-Ali) |
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Well I'm too young for 40's, and too young for blunts. |
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The only thing I'm not too young for is the stunts. |
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The girlies, the ladies, I love them with a passion. |
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But back to the mike cause I'm always down for action. |
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Many M.C.'s fall to the dust. |
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Some will rust cause I bust and I crush. |
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You can't touch. |
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I'm the child of the wild, the flavor of the nile. |
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I gave you plenty of chances still ya **** with this style. |
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Now that you know, Chi-Ali can't be tooken. |
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Pass the 40 cause my mother's not looking. |
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(Verse Three : Diggedy Dog?) |
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Yo give me that, kid. You pah will put you in the mourge. |
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Listen to hot diggity dog. |
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Bibb bow wow wow wow wow, |
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Yipity yie yo, yipity yo yie yeah. |
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Digity dog is rockint and, |
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Yes, I'm definitly here to stay. |
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Pass me 40. Pass me 40, pass it if you may. |
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Because my jiumy is hard and yes I have a hoe to slay. |
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And when I'm funkint the bitches they go huhhhhhh. |
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When I'm funkin' the bitches they go huhhhhhh. |
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Youtall drink the 40, I drink a Guiness Staught. |
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And when I see you home, I'm out- |
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You baby Chris, pass me the keys to the car. |
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I'm runnin late for my menage-a-trois. |
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(Verse Four: Chris?) |
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Pass it, tap it, and then crack it. |
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Take a small swig |
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Or down it like a pig. |
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You too tippys to operate this rig. |
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I'm a mike, You suckers I strike in filght. |
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Here's a DWI for drivin' drunk with the mike. |
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From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight. |
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Loosen your grip cause you're houlding it to tight. |
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Itll take a body count, I know my body count is right. |
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Five drunk niggers from my left to my right, |
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And maybe you hope that I'm with tonight. |
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But it's all right. Yo! It's all right. |
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So Dave my grip is getting weak, |
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Grab the 40 so I can hear you speak. |
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(Verse Five : Dave Gossett) |
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I live large, caviar and limos. |
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Spent most of my time refusing bullshit demos. |
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Can you understand, do you you understand. |
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Well let me explain I'm the A and R man. |
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Dave Gossett. Yes I rock it. |
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I rip the mike and I stuff pockets. |
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Don't believe me, ask the Sheep see. |
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They got the money, think it's funny, |
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Always scooping all the honey. |
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Opps. I ment to say hoes. |
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Broke my own rhyme. |
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What'ca didn't know, ut oh. |
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I see a stroblelite hoe, I gotta go, I gotta go. |
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Yo Dres, it'syour turn, |
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Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn. |
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(Verse Six:) |
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Step into the booth |
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And give em proof |
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That Black Sheep don't need jack to get loose |
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And rip a roof, the center too |
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You're in my ****in way so move |
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And let a nigga get smooth |
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Honeys play me close cause my goods are on display |
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so, I play em like vitamins and take a ho a day |
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I pul1 em like a dentist |
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MoId em like a teacher |
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Knock em like a bowler |
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Fleece em like a preacher |
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Step, get a man, go to school, join a band |
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It makes no difference whether |
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Dres is that type of brother |
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that will hit that ass forever |
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Cause I'm clever, ever |
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Have I, ever, lost my sight |
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Or said mic when I bone this night |
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Not talkin bout chicken |
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But if she's finger lickin |
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I will let it be known |
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Don't bite the bone |
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Micraphon's I like em cause they let me amplify |
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So dontt reach for the sky, you know you can't fly |
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But still you reach up higher, a Black Sheep is your desire |
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Then you look up at me cause Itm a frequent flyer |
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So now you got beef chief |
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grief will be your |
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I sport a full metal jacket |
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Give your beef some lo mein |
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Cause Iim swingin like a swinger |
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Singin like a singer |
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II'm lookin for your |
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or your ho so did you bring her |
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Ah I'm just bullshittin |
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almost time for quittin |
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There's money to be made |
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And booty to be hittin |
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Look and you will see |
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Dres that's who I be |
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A divine incline of mine is studio tim |
