Black Sheep — Pass the 40

[Intro:] 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 [Verse One: Mista Lawnge] 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 [Verse Two: 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 [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 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 [Verse Four: Chris Lighty] 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 [Verse Five: Dave Gossett] 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 [Verse Six: Dres] 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 [fendahl] 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