Pass The 40

[Intro] Money B Money B Money B Money B Hey what's up Yo, yo, yo She was fine as hell [Chorus] Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 When me and my homeboys are hanging out There’s just one thing to do Make sure that we hit the liquor store To get us a 40 of brew What? 40 of brew, 40 of brew It’s our favorite thing to do Roll up a big fat joint or 2 And an Ice cold 40 [Verse 1: Money B] Got my lips on it, B drips on it 'Cause the 40 is nice and chilly Mealtime know why where my food troop 'Cause I got my dirty meat, veggie, and my 40 brew I got the duggets and still drive a bucket So, ayy yo don’t be beeping at my fun (What it be then?) On the groove, I kinda dig a bit Now, who’s next to take a swig of it? [Verse 2: Pee Wee] Living like a pimp, that full throttle, hitting on a 40 bottle That’s my aphrodisiac, so fuck a shrimp throttle Got to go and get a blunt and let it flow me like a trumpet It keeps me actin shitty, I’m the baby and the 40 is the titty And my clique, we don’t get sick over shit like this Don’t be lagging, I ain’t gagging pass the dragon piss Now I’m taking hits to the head, taking a bitch to the bed You niggas are hard like lead, then it’s time to go Nigga take the 40 yo [Verse 3: 2Pac] Ahh shiddidit, look who’s on my dididickk Wanna take a flick with the nigga 'cause the games thick Rip this shit, I let the shit get ripped And If I slip, niggas is quick to trip So rip, while I kick the shit that’ll get ya licked 2Pacalyspe, straight dropping shit You thought I’d be quitting, there’s more though I floor whores like a Sho’Nuff porno The 40 [Chorus] Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 [Verse 4: Saafir] It's more bitch and hoe shit Dropping 40 doggs for the Raw Fusion click To the right is the dank to the left is the drank Don’t get to close 'cause it’s comatose And my breath stank real bad If you feel sad, get you a hefty fat sac or a glad bag Add to your memo, but now you should've learned You wanna hear Saafir the Saucee Nomad Getting down, we getting burned I’m feeling kinda groovy like that after party I can’t hit the weed, indeed it makes me paranoid Real swift though, I can drink Cisco all night Until I start feeling a horny thorn on my balls right Farting like an aardvark, now my booty stank (smells like shit) Judy pass the drink and shut the hell up Now let's speak like a freak Just as long as you don’t leak on my sheets We cool, living real swell Getting fucked up with Money B, Mac Mall, 2Pac and Stretch, yeah I’m feeling kinda dizzy on my 40 dogg shuffle Somebody else take the 40 [Verse 5: Stretch] Before I fall for the mic I’ll let you know that I’m pissy drunk, yo Pass around the stunk As I’m ripping up the funk, yo Professional pimpsta You wanna get a glimpse of a criminal-minded And baby face finsta Pass the 40 [Chorus] Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 [Verse 6: Mac Mall] Ok Mac Mall lyricist ready so flows Ayy there's something with this mic with bubbles and four O English beer (No!? [?] my nigga) You goddamn right, now thanks a lot my niggas Well I’m a keep raw like it just don't stop (? ? ? world) Ayy man I’m drunk like Pac So just gimme the finna, finna of the doubt And I’m a still rock strong, with the groove out my mouth Look I take it like a drunk, but alcoholics what you call it Be higher than a skyscraper and like paper Balling up and but then I send it to the next fools Pop it, drop it Yeah 'cause we make it good, make it, take it To the highest of the industry, suckas, fuckas All, they be wishing we’d fall But this is 8 ball and what I drink up But I’m a Puerto wrecking to my nigga lil Cheetah Check it, passing the 40 is what we speaking on We finally made a cut to rock your butt, get your freaking on And get you hot and wet, and ready to put it in The tape deck, the game of great sweat From all the humping and puffing and jumping Up and down from the older 8, the K, the land The town is pumping the sound and make it pound Nothing phony, you know to the homies [Chorus] Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 [Verse 7: D The Poet 151] Now with the 40 I win, genuine P.U. and K Faking the F.U. A.K, (D the poet is like an A.K.) Automatic anti-static duct remover Nubian hoover, so I’m removing the manure Scooping 'em up and roughing them with the handle of my shovel When I turn 2 I was known as a little devil Now I’m 19 ripping up the rap scene Things are cop-acetic so I think that you should get it Through your head, I like 40’s, plus I like jacking Not from New York, but since 10 I have been rapping Where I dwell, at this time its no importance Here’s a corner for your freestyle cause it didn’t make no sense Not censor me but what I mean is get an Akki Before I love to try to crack a skull and? I’m the black baron but not the Kamikaze Put your punk ass back in the closet, that’s H.I.V. positive Visually the physical, not one can parallel Face up to the madness, and you watch what I will swell Like a ballpark, you stuck in the dark, because I’m swift Wit the fully automatics, but I need it for my spliff So take a whiff can you smell the coffee brewing For certain, it’s curtains, you’ll be hurting Aingt no future in your purping Checking Jimmy trying to get a nut off But you couldn’t come off, Mon' pass the 40 off [Chorus] Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 [Verse 8: Bulldog] Well here I come (For what?), an orgasm I see your mic then I have a 40 spasm Me [?] I’m Mr. Crunch man a serial ripe Hold up styles, then I begin to slaughter And I can see through you like a glass of water You weak you show no style of no kind Stop robbing, so fake from behind Look see I control the show Saying rhymes like pretend, I mean I mean Pretendo Sloppy drinker, sloppy drinker There's so many 40’s one man can’t keep up I seen a girl, all types of brands 20 different gingers and 20 different lambs I’m smart now, so I’m a bit Budweiser Caught my 40 cheating, you could say I surprised her Shamrock even told me so I rap in the dark, with my mic then it glowo Four O dash O Zee rolling in the land with my 40 next to me On my side, police let me slide I made a left turn when I should've made a right Letting you know I’m a real funk stony Go collect my money 'cause the tool owe me [Chorus] Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 [Verse 9: Money B] Yo, I have an L card style of rap, 'cause that’s how fat it is When attack I macs, unpack my adjectives now A couple of conjunctions for my adverbs A freak of getting fronting fools, foul like a bad word My hookers are the lookers hooking up, never hard to do Got so much soul true, my boots smell like barbecue Mac Mall, B-Daz, Razel, fuse they know me Freckles on my mother, love to chug a 40 O Zee One to the face then I’m faded like a high top You thinking I will quit, but now I’m drunk, and thinking why stop? David is down, so I turn to my Conn's TV though Say what up Mac Mall? Big shout out to the [?] Digging all the vibes, but that’s how my mind is blowed out Coliseums do it, but Money has never showed up Plus I’m feeling hornier than traffic jams We bust begin to bubble in my brain Shame I can’t hack ya down So I do what any ninja does, call up brenda To benda, and benda and benda and benda Pretenda, senda, Linda, two friends Mine help me hold friends up, out the window Remember I’m the small fry who never soaks in ketchup Fuse refuses to lose, so we won’t say let's up Let the rap stand up, to other brothers, who ran with Some other brothers Other dudes, golly gee Damn nerve Pass the 40 [Chorus] Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 Heyyy everyyyyyybodyyyy Pass the 40 We came here to party Pass the 40, pass pass the 40 [Outro] I said shake it I said, I said, I said Get wet One time For your mind One tier Here we go now I don’t stop And you don’t stop Hurra Hunurra Haha, yeah One tier Big boy Baby one time I don’t, don’t One time I said shake You don’t stop I don’t stop We shake it don’t we? One time blow your mind With the disco rhymes Pass the 40