Chi-Ali - Pa** the 40 lyrics

[Intro:] n***a, come off. Check this out. Check this out Listen all this sh** y'all talking ain't got no frills We'll pa** the 40 around and weill see who's got some sk**s, 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 suger dick daddy f** what you think Pa** 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 a** cause I like to pop sh** 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 a** like a bike seat And when it comes to boneing I'm Mr Erecticy Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy I ive 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 pa** the 40 cause you heard from me So, go get a forklift Chi-Ali [Verse Two : 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 pa**ion 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 f** with this style Now that you know, Chi-Ali can't be tooken Pa** 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 Digity dog is rockint and Yes, I'm definitly here to stay Pa** me 40. Pa** me 40, pa** it if you may Because my jiumy is hard and yes I have a ho to slay And when I'm funkint the b**hes they go huhhhhhh When I'm funkin' the b**hes they go huhhhhhh Youtall drink the 40, I drink a Guiness Staught And when I see you home, I'm out- Yo Baby Chris, pa** me the keys to the car I'm runnin late for my menage-a-trois [Verse Four: Chris Lighty] Pa** it, tap it, and then crack it Take a small swig Or down it like a pig You too tippys to operate this rig I'm a mike, You s**ers I strike in filght Here's a DWI for drivin' drunk with the mike From Chi to Lawnge and all those in this fight Loosen your grip cause you're houlding it to tight Itll take a body count, I know my body count is right Five drunk n******gs 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 bullsh** 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 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 Opps. I ment to say hoes Broke my own rhyme What'ca didn't know, ut oh I see a stroblelite ho, I gotta go, I gotta go Yo Dres, it'syour turn Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn V[erse Six: Dres] 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 f**in way so move And let a n***a 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 MoId 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 Dres is that type of brother That will hit that a** forever Cause I'm clever, ever Never ever, hav 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 Micraphones 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 bullsh**tin 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