E-40, Capolow, Symba - Pass the Chalice lyrics

Hey, Alice
Alice, please pass my chalice (Oh oh)

Pass the chalice
(Woo) , pass the pimp cup (Huh)
You niggas be in your feelings
Need a simp cup (Oh oh)
I ain't mean to look your way
That's a hiccup (Woo)
Grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (Sip up)
Throwin' up my gang like I spit up (Ugh)
I'm a lion, the chosen, Simba (Rah)
Niggas cryin' over their bitch, simper (Huh)
Pass the chalice, pass my pimp cup (Oh oh)

Throwin' up my turf like I know sign language
(Uh) e-40 is my name and all
My life I've been famous (Oh)
I'm out here havin' my change and I'm humble
(Humble) all the rappers and the
Youngsters call me "Uncle" ('Sup, Unc?)
Oh, we for sure got our
Yaper up and that's affirmative
Anything less than that
(Is what?) is inappropriate (Inappropriatе)
Crossin' my T's and dottin' my I's
I'm a boss i try to tell these lazy niggas
Gеt money or get lost (Get lost, bitch)
Tell your botch to back up off me, fall back
She on my ankles like a monitor
Nerve rackin' like a gnat (Like a gnat)
Ten toes deep up in these
Streets that I got callous (Callous)
I ain't above you, I ain't below
You, I'm right beside you, pass the chalice
(Pass the chalice)

Pass the chalice
(Woo) , pass the pimp cup (Huh)
You niggas be in your feelings
Need a simp cup (Oh oh)
I ain't mean to look your way
That's a hiccup (Woo)
Grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (Sip up)
Throwin' up my gang like I spit up (Ugh)
I'm a lion, the chosen, Simba (Rah)
Niggas cryin' over their bitch, simper (Huh)
Pass the chalice
(yeah) , pass my pimp cup (Oh oh)

Million dollar moves
Got a few that I could switch up
My bitches got Ms, too
So what I gotta trick for?
I don't drink lean
It's E cuarenta in my pimp cup
Made a mill' and still ain't spent
A dollar in the strip club
Me and 40 off the Earl
Stevens with forty freaks (yeah)
I can't afford to sleep
I've been workin' for forty weeks (Facts)
When you make it out the streets
You gotta stay out of reach
Put your folks on they feet and
Help 'em learn how to eat, yeah
Shorty want a nigga who be holdin' bands
(She want that money)
We could get some money
But I can't be your man (Nah)
Girl, your Instagram look like your OnlyFans
Don't let it go for free 'cause I
Could point you to them rubber bands
(Ayy, Symba)

Pass the chalice
(Woo) , pass the pimp cup (Huh)
You niggas be in your feelings
Need a simp cup (Oh oh)
I ain't mean to look your way
That's a hiccup (Woo)
Grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (Sip up)
Throwin' up my gang like I spit up (Ugh)
I'm a lion, the chosen, Simba (Rah)
Niggas cryin' over their bitch, simper (Huh)
Pass the chalice, pass my pimp cup (Oh oh)