Pass the 40 chords by Black Sheep

SimplifiedC · Em · B · F# · F#m

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Verse 1
C 
Nigga, come off. Check this
out. Check this out
Listen all this shit y'all talking
ain't got no frills
We'll pass the 40 around and
weill see who's got some skills, I mean
If you got 'em you got 'em
and if you don't
Em 
(I got skins. I got skins.)
You're over. So Mista Lawnge, listen,
C 
I give this brew to you
Em 
I'm gonna pour some out for my
man pee- wee. (Pee- Wee!)
And do what you gotta do,
all right black. Bust it

Verse 2
C 
I'm the suger dick daddy
Fuck what you think
B 
Pass the 40 right by me
Cause you know I don't drink
C 
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 Ima run right through it
Don't sleep on the size
Thinkin' I'm easy to beat
Cause I'll be up in that ass
B 
like a bike seat
C 
And when it comes to
boneing I'm Mr Erecticy
Hoes come by the crib for a free histerectomy
I ive got a dick that I brag about
B 
I put it in fast then I drag it out
C 
Girls, I'll be the special friend see
Cause your man suffers
from pseudo- penis envy
I do damage, Oh, Uhm
B 
The Sugar Dick is guarantied
C 
to make you come
Em 
Now I pass the 40 cause
you heard from me
So, go get a forklift Chi- Ali

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Verse 3
C 
Well I'm too young for
40's, and too young for blunts
B 
The only thing I'm not too
C 
young for is the stunts
The girlies, the ladies,
I love them with a passion
B 
But back to the mic cause
I'm always down for action
C 
Many M.C.'s fall to the dust
B 
Some will rust cause I bust and I crush
You can't touch
C 
I'm the child of the wild,
the flavor of the nile
B 
I gave you plenty of chances
C 
still ya fuck with this style
Now that you know,
Chi- Ali can't be tooken
Pass the 40 cause
my mother's not looking

Verse 4
C 
Yo give me that,
Em 
kid. You pah will put you in the mourge
Listen to hot diggity dog
B 
C 
Bibb bow wow wow wow wow
Yipity yie yo, yipity yo yie yeah
B 
Digity dog is rockint and
C 
Yes, I'm definitly here to stay
B 
C 
Pass me 40.Pass me 40, pass
it if you may
B 
Because my jiumy is hard
and yes I have a ho to slay
C 
And when I'm funkint the bitches
they go huh
B 
When I'm funkin' the bitches
C 
they go huh
Youtall drink the 40, I drink
a Guiness Staught
B 
C 
And when I see you home, I'm out-
Em 
Yo Baby Chris,
C 
B 
pass me the keys to the car
C 
Em 
C 
B 
I'm runnin late for my menage- a- trois

Verse 5
C 
Pass it, tap it, and then crack it
B 
Take a small swig
C 
Or down it like a pig
You too tippys to operate this rig
B 
I'm a mike,
You suckers I strike in filght
C 
Here's a DWI for drivin'
drunk with the mike
B 
From Chi to Lawnge and all
those in this fight
C 
Loosen your grip cause you're
B 
houlding it to tight
Itll take a body count,
I know my body count is right
C 
Five drunk niggas from my left to my right
B 
And maybe a ho that I'm with tonight
C 
B 
C 
Em 
But it's all right. Yo! It's all right
So Dave my grip is getting weak
B 
C 
Grab the 40 so I can hear you speak

Verse 6
C 
I live large, caviar and limos
B 
Spent most of my time refusing
C 
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
B 
I rip the mike and I stuff pockets
C 
Don't believe me, ask the Sheep see
B 
They got the money, think it's funny
C 
B 
Always scooping all the honey
C 
Opps. I ment to say hoes
Broke my own rhyme
B 
What'ca didn't know, ut oh
C 
I see a stroblelite ho, I gotta go, I gotta go
B 
C 
Yo Dres, it'syour turn
Act like gonnarhea and burn baby burn

Verse 7
B 
Step into the booth
C 
And give em proof
That Black Sheep don't
need jack to get loose
B 
C 
And rip a roof, the center too
B 
C 
You're in my fuckin way so move
And let a nigga get smooth
B 
Honeys play me close cause
my goods are on display
C 
So, I play em like vitamins and take a ho a day
B 
C 
I pull em like a dentist
B 
MoId em like a teacher
C 
Knock em like a bowler
B 
Fleece em like a preacher
C 
B 
C 
B 
Step, get a man, go to school, join a band
C 
It makes no difference whether
Dres is that type of brother
B 
That will hit that ass forever
Cause I'm clever, ever
C 
Never ever, hav i lost my sight
B 
Or said might or went a boneless night
C 
Not talkin bout chicken
Em 
But if she's finger lickin
C 
I will let it be known
Em 
Don't bite the bone
Micraphones I like em cause
they let me amplify
C 
So don't reach for the sky,
Em 
you know you can't fly
C 
But still you reach up higher,
C 
a Black Sheep- type desire
Em 
C 
Then you look up at me cause
I'm a frequent flyer
So now you got beef chief
Grief will be your claim
B 
F# 
I sport a full metal jacket
C 
Give your beef some lo mein
Cause I'm swingin like a swinger
Singing like a singer
B 
F#m 
I'm lookin for your [fendahl]
Or your ho so did you bring her
C 
Ah I'm just bullshittin
Almost time for quittin
B 
There's money to be made
And booty to be hittin
C 
Look and you will see
Dres that's who I be
A divine incline of mine is studio time