I guess I'm freaking forty, Oh, but I'm better of them some, Well I might be freaking forty, But you're freaking forty-one. Well I guess I'm freaking forty
god damn it Tish was my bitch, til she fucked my god brother I was heated when I heard, wanted to go upside his head It was Christmas I just bought the bitch a sheepskin kid
We don't need no walkie-talkies Nope, no walkie-talkies We just want our hermitry to stay and our coffee to go [Verse 1: Aesop Rock] And the last shall
and my lyrics the vocal cord You's a fisher price king only eligible to battle Saddle ???? Who are you to hassle, the epidemy of master tackle Buck forty
that, take that A-Plus! [Verse Three] A-Plus it gotta' be hip-hop's youngest mistrosity There isn't anyone under twenty-one that could rock me You feelin' this, forty
This is serious, here "number one" New York! It's beyond the 5 boroughs "keep it real" "I get ill" "Number one" This will rock! "the city" "I gotta get
you're hot rip your blouse off My brothers if you're thirsty, crack the forty ounce Beats I smack em out the stadium I never bunted I rock all night,
glocks in April, Ninety-Two But it's a new day, so make way shortie For the nigge with the brown bag wrapped around the forty Hold up, yo, I said hold
the shook-en My head will bop and rock like the niggaz bop in Brooklyn on the block, so you don't stop And ya don't stop when I rock and the nine goes
m two seconds off, I'm one second lost from a six-pack Now we put in together, we can all get that Huh? Puff forty the rocker, Shorty naughty with two
