Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pass The 40 , by - People Under The Stairs. Song from the album Stepfather, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.03.2011
Record label: Piecelock 70
Song language: English
Pass The 40 |
| Si' a raggamuffin rambo rough |
| Cut |
| Land of mercy |
| Land of mercy |
| Cut |
| Chemistry |
| I used to sell mixtapes, now people put me on it |
| I’m rolling to the rhythm, some people they fall on it |
| I be rockin', eagle clockin', the ladies they say I’m shockin' |
| Bartender, let me cut. |
| Man, I’m doin' too much |
| Kickin the stimulator, good time, top of a rhyme |
| «Refrigerator» Perry cool style, I’m on a line |
| Never sweating, mic checking till my voice is clear |
| So all party people hear me y’all far and near |
| You could get with Chris, or you could get with Mike |
| Either way the P display, Frito Lay stay chip-makin' |
| Traffic (heat?) watch my weight like skip bacon |
| Grown man sport not made for Clay Aikin |
| Show rock shakin' the house for grown paste like miso |
| Your whole guest book on Myspace like |
| He so fresh we protest the dopest |
| They surpass, the rap lambaste the hopeless |
| The underground stuck in '93's not fresh |
| Backpack and rhyme books, not a good look |
| Just leave it to the pros, twinkle toes and catch holes |
| In a sheet like a ghost writin' all over my beat |
| Pass the 40 cuz my mother’s not looking |
| Never crip walking just spittin the hip talking |
| I be flippin' so much they be callin me Tony Hawk and |
| Like an ollie, fishtail wheel jump grab |
| The college rude filler with dopeness |
| Man who wrote this? |
| Quote this in your essay turn it in and begin |
| To get the props from all the honeys, your professors and friends |
| People under the stairwell, you know that we rocks well |
| The sheriff in ya' city want to throw us in jail |
| So I’m turnin on my twin reverb delay mike |
| Kick a rhyme so divine that It’s dyn-o-mite! |
| Bound to blow up, so throw your favorite sign and chill |
| The P, not your average, man, we all the way ill |
| Yep |
| But also like a ghost we stay flyin' still here |
| Haunting melodies, Crews like Penélope's |
| Better be ready. |
| Artillery better be heavily |
| Loaded, locked, strapped up on the block |
| I’m just sayin', your dude’s busy playing with hip-hop |
| Sure we make jokes, fundamentally respect this |
| I only expect some of you to even get this |
| If you don’t go and check yourself like a coat |
| Rewind study two times on the quote |
| Like an LSAT, an MCAT, educated rap |
| Dope studying it way back Farmers Boulevard |
| It’s on now, only gotta keep the fire cookin' |
| Now pass the 40 cuz you momma ain’t lookin' |
| Pass the 40 cuz my mother’s not looking |