Pass The 40 Lyrics - Singles - Black Sheep

Nigga, come off, check this out, check this out 

Listen all this shit y'all talkin' 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, 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 I'm a run right through it 

Don't sleep on the side, 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 histerectomy 

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 guarantied to make you come 

Now I pass the 40 'cause you heard from me 

So, go get a forklift Chi-ali 

Well I'm too young for 40's, 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 lookin' 

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 

Digity dog is rockin' it and 

Yes, I'm definitly here to stay 

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

Because my Jimmy is hard and yes I have a hoe to slay 

And when I'm funkin' it the bitches they go huhhh 

When I'm funkin' the bitches they go huhhh 

You'll drink the 40, I drink a guiness staught 

And when I see you home, I'm out 

You 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 too tipsys to operate this rig 

I'm a mike, you suckers I strike in flight 

Here's a D.W.I. for drivin' drunk with the Mike 

From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight 

Loosen your grip 'cause you're holdin' it to tight 

I'll take a body count, I know my body count is right 

Five drunk niggers from my left to my right 

And maybe you hope 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 refusin' bullshit demos 

Can you understand, do you you understand? 

Well let me explain I'm the A and R man 

Dave Gossett, yes I rock it 

I rip the mic and I stuff pockets 

Don't believe me, ask the sheep see 

They got the money, think it's funny 

Always scoopin' all the honey 

Opps, I meant to say hoes, broke my own rhyme 

What'cha didn't know, uh oh 

I see a stroblelite hoe, I gotta go, I gotta go 

Yo Dres, it's your turn 

Act like gonnarhea 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, the center too 

You're in my fuckin' way so move 

And let a nigga get smooth 

Honeys 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, mold 'em like a teacher 

Knock 'em like a bowler, fleece 'em like a preacher 

Step, get a man, go to school, join a band 

It makes no difference whether 

Dre's is that type of brother 

That will hit that ass forever 'cause I'm clever, ever 

Have I, ever, lost my sight 

Or said, "Mike when I bone this night" 

Not talkin' 'bout chicken 

But if she's finger lickin' 

I will let it be known 

Don't bite the bone 

Micraphon's 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 is your desire 

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

So now you got beef chief, grief will be your 

I sport a full metal jacket, give your beef some lo mein 

'Cause I'mm swingin' like a swinger, singin' like a singer 

I'm lookin' for your finger 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, Dre's that's who I be 

A divine incline of mine is studio time