Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where Is My 40?, artist - MC Chris. Album song Race Wars, in the genre Date of issue: 08.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: mc chris
Song language: English
Where Is My 40? |
| Paroles de la chanson Where Is My 40?: |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40 |
| Where are the people |
| Eager to leave |
| And commit acts of evil |
| Stuck at my job |
| I hear there’s a rager |
| Cell phone’s exploding |
| And c4 in my pager |
| I hear they be ladies |
| Wearing tight clothing |
| Hopefully somebody |
| There will be holding |
| Late to the date |
| That’s great and I’m golden |
| Can’t wait to escape |
| And be done with these doldrums |
| Can’t wait to be wasted |
| And plastered and puking |
| Can’t wait to debate |
| Which country’s need nuking |
| Can’t wait to have vomit |
| And blood on my breath |
| Can’t wait to digest |
| If there’s anything left |
| Must on my door |
| And take out the trash |
| Do all my chores |
| Impossibly fast |
| Be in the bash |
| Pop open a colt |
| Five extra ounces |
| Of glorious gold |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40 |
| The dude at the deli |
| Is smelly and smarmy |
| Sells me a 40 |
| I’m horny for party |
| I buy party mix |
| The kind that’s generic |
| I also buy condoms |
| Them ones that embarrass |
| Alcoholism |
| Has millions of perks |
| Traditional trove |
| Of bubbles and burps |
| My Irish ancestry |
| Has left me with lager |
| I guess I’m a jigger |
| Instead of a jogger |
| The caterwaul’s cusp |
| The bacchanal’s brink |
| I’m ready for belching |
| And barfing and stink |
| Let’s howl at the moon |
| And croon while we drink |
| Let’s wake up the wind |
| And begin like I’m Link |
| Anticipation |
| My heart is beating |
| This side is odd |
| This side is even |
| The numbers decrease |
| Smokers are mingling |
| Every inch |
| Of my body is tingling |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40 |
| They duce (shooters) |
| There’s a world they call shots |
| Whiskey and bourbon |
| Was served so was schnapps |
| Goldschlager’s exciting |
| There’s little gold flakes |
| Aftershock shots |
| And I’ll puke on your face |
| Buttery Nipple |
| Liquid Cocaine |
| Who’s the fuck |
| Keeps loading up trays |
| Tomahawk Pickleback |
| Then Kamikazes |
| I feel no pain |
| Nothing can stop me |
| Where was my stuff |
| It was right here |
| My shitty mix |
| And my bag of beer |
| Now where did I place it |
| Where has it gone |
| If somebody drank it |
| Then fuckers it’s on |
| Not in the fridge |
| Start looking at culprits |
| Ganker is guzzling |
| Down my indulgence |
| Imagine the bottle |
| The bottom with backwash |
| Say that it’s somewhere |
| Or I’m getting my hacksaw |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40, 40 |
| I can’t find my 40 |