Black Sheep, Dave Gossett, Chris Lighty, Diggedy Dog, Chi-Ali - Pass the 40 lyrics

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 MC'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

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