Down/Kilo - 40 Oz. lyrics

(Fingazz in background) [Don Cisco] It's Don Cisco, baby I'm up in here with this forty ounce bounce gangstas Gettin' more money and gettin' more subs, what you wanna do Yeah (Forty ounce) I'm f**ing with Down The homeboy Two Complements of Fingazz Rest in peace, Roger Troutman, my uncle, we love you It's gangsta sh** [Fingazz] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Don Cisco] I got chronic sack dreams Forty ounce swishas Bumpin' Al Green Dippin' and hittin' switches High sidin' on the 405 with four or five b**hes .45 in my lap For them gangsta hatin' snitches Pranksters like that Can't ride with us I roll with Daz & Kurupt, as b**hes ride the nuts Slide in the cut Puffin' lye, high as the f** f**in' with Down and Two Pouring, ridin' the trucks Our rap expedition Mexicali thuggin' Rats In position for the Henny nut guzzlin' They got them by the cases Sittin' all nice Big bodies, big faces, boy, I'm livin' the life For those that don't know I'm spittin' it twice They call me Sancho Man, I'm hittin' your wife A.K.A The Don C-I-S-C-O Blaze up the bomb with the biotch, CEO Chorus 1: Fingazz My, forty ounce Forty ounce My, forty ounce "Blaze up the bomb with the biotch, CEO" --] Don Cisco (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Repeat Chorus 1 [Verse 2: Down] The phone rang And I woke up My little homie said, "Let's get out five cups" So I jumped in my (???), already dressed up Grabbed my sack and my gun and got up Picked up two about ten o'clock He jumped in my car with this f**ing Glock We left his block faster than a f**ing dog Headed for the liquor stop, bumpin' some Zapp Stop at the liquor store, for some forties And some regular white zags So we could roll dank And put forties in brown bags and drive drunk And break the Cadillac (You know) Driving like a maniac On my way to get the homies are at f**in', talkin' (???) Down, (???) in a cap With this crazy a** Me and Ducky was drinking forties Jumpin' over the wall, doin' Down, pimpin' Out of the car With the forty in my hand Ready to g**n Drinking forties up to Vegas Do the same thang (Same thang) In Oxnard drift off to summer land Eastside gang, bang (Bang) Chorus 2: Fingazz My, forty ounce Forty ounce My, forty ounce "With the forty in my hand..." (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) "Ready to g**n" --] Down Repeat Chorus 1 [Verse 3: Two] Around me The chronic smoke lingers And you know that I'm a forty ounce drinker Bounce to Down's house, so we got the forty ounce now We're all around town, with the top down Switches Hit it Forties Tilt it Juries, wear booties, putting on and exhibit His gangstas started at the after party (Eastside) Puffing on chronic to my forty ounce ballot Break: Fingazz Get it up Drink it up Get that, chronic Light it up, then pa** it around Round (Verse 4) [Down] Walking on the calle with my forty ounce I had the joint in my mouth, when I left the house Heavy as f** cause I just got out All blue'd up, g**n the f** out With the gangsta talk and my gangsta walk First day out, getting all f**ed up With the homies in the hood, gettin' out to rub Homie, what up, let's fire it up This is for my alcoholics and all my thugs Let's burn it up [Fingazz] Sho', bud, baby Repeat Chorus 2 & Chorus 1 [Fingazz] Baby Baby, baby My forty ounce My forty ounce Yeah, baby Get, get, get, get, get, get out your Forty, baby Sip on it, baby Yeah Baby Sip Your forty ounce Your forty ounce Forty ounce More forty ounce Baby, forty ounce My forty ounce Baby, baby My forty ounce Oooh My forty ounce