[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 n***as are hard like lead, then it’s time to go
N***a take the 40 yo
[Verse 3: 2Pac]
Ahh shiddidit, look who’s on my dididickk
Wanna take a flick with the n***a 'cause the games thick
Rip this shit, I let the shit get ripped
And If I slip, n***as 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 n***a)
You goddamn right, now thanks a lot my n***as
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 n***a 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
