beers! [Tash] We're the Alkaholiks in the house! [J-Ro] Slow ass niggaz! [Tash] Hey let's pass out some of this brew James [J-Ro] Better have some 40'
And a trained pitbull that was trained to attack And then I Crack the 40 and it's on Yo Tilt the 40 and it's gone Then I might trip on a ex-freak And
Nas: {Verse One} What? Back to back Benzes, wit the wild gremlins Gaudiere style lenses, talents in the 40 cal, this is Life now, let me find out, you
shorter Time to elevate from nickels, dimes up to quarters Kurupt, B-Legit, and 40 water Niggaz oughta Get to Swervin' Take a hit, hit the strip and then get to pervin' [E-40
the Lord throw a Hummer at me, I ain't happy Me and Eazy E in a B-E-N-Z, with my niggas right next to me It's my legacy, we can't let it stop, uh uh,
the heat is on I thought I told ya [Outro: E-40] And there you have it One more end E-fee-zy Fon-za-ree-zy A.K.A. Charlie Hustle Smell it Me and my nigga
definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City, welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up! (Jay-Z) I'm a B.K. brawler
* send corrections to the typist Yo, I plan to build a myself a facility before I'm 40 a molecular archceogenetic laboratory that can analyze complex
a cold with Caleb I relocate so quick they can't close the net I expose the press, dispose of the prints On the loose again nobody knows what's next My
Black kids, locked away Attic key, plus one fourth pound of smoke flow While, lock head fabian Achmed Arabian Layin' in Bodeg holdin' drama a.k Spoke
Ya'll know me, F the industry I'm still the same ol G Serve to the streets till you lames OD Mixtapes like crack The next things on me [Jim Jones:] Some
go "Psycho", killer, Norman Bates [Chorus: x4] I gets loc'd and loonie I, I get loonie [Verse 3: Shad K] You ever read 40 classics, for your classes
it up to par Now that's how the fuck you become a rap star [Hook x2] [E-40 talking] C-L-I-C-K in this motherfucker It's 40 out on a solo shot Smab,
[Gangsta:] Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, [K-Mac:] Comrads [Gangsta:] nine-seven [Chorus: Comrads] You can take the boy out the hood, But you cant take the
[BIG CIXX a.k.a SIX PAC] Everything is gonna C alright so nigga don't trip Nationwide Rip Ridaz is what we claim, Crip Buckin' on Slobs day to day cause
[DOVE:] Jody got a cat but she won't let it out Oh tough luck, 'cause it makes Jack pout Waiting on the wins he moves to the next Searching for the cheese
thought CaTash was slippin then put that drink down, you drunk off what you sippin CaTash put the dip in dip dive socialize Fuck around with me and next
nigga And I ain't ask to come through, man I'm barging out From now on you address me as ? [40 Cal] I'm the kid from 140 baby 40 making all the cake
