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