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