Lyrics:
men
Look, mind state of a gangster from the 40's
Meet the business mind of Motown's Berry Gordy
Turn crack rock into a chain of 40/40's
Sorry my
And think nothin' about it
Pass it around and get tha forty dog buzz
At the same time
Shorty can't remember what day it was
Say I'm yellin' is fact
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout the power
Told you give my respect
I done did my forty hours
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout the power
Told you give my respect
I done did my forty hours
Whatchu know bout a check
Whatchu know bout
all
In these streets it's cold at night
Sirens screamin' by, gunshots all the time
Yo, omertà code meets the Hippocratic oath
Observin' his whole
seen thunder
Got to working with his family
Building the ArkChorus repeat
100 years of banging tools
Laughed at by his neighbours scorn
40 days and 40
you
Forty three years going on forever
In all my days I’ve never found better
I never thought wishing on stars came true
But it did cause I found you
In
to keep a .40 that'll clean a nigga dirty dishes (Ooh, woah)
Now I got a gun that'll beam 'em up like Scotty did it (Ooh, woah)
Banana clip'll go and eat
Diego started in the night like where the motherfucking day go Spartacus I light em with that a-k forty Fuego
I am a cannibal man a mechanical animal
'bout the
Drive-in movie theater
Late night fancy dinner
Day trips to the beach and
Maybe I’ll write you a song
'Cause I hope that you understand where
I
were long
Down on dear old forty-deuce
One night on 7th Avenue
I was accosted by the law
They said "We've got your number, lad
You're time is gettin'
I’ll be M.I.A
I’ll be M.I.A, out
I do things my way
Fuck up out my face now
Whether night by day, weather night by day
Screaming bomaye
Screaming
'em put it all in
Like he was playing poker
Cuz I remember days, nights
I couldn't even think right
Niggas gettin' murked out
I'm clutching on that
Spilling in the day mixing in the night
Muddy drank up out the sewer
Pretty women connoisseur
And she just perusing to
Fuk wit a nigga that poppin
stay in your lane
Woke up, took your bitch on a date
Next day, first class on a plane
You can hate boy, but I'm still gettin' paid
.40 on me, don't test
It's blue, like Corbin (yeah)
Eat oysters, and swordfish (yeah)
Was broke, last night (what)
Was rich, by the morning (by the morning)
Better keep
all want that sip
See a nigga flip
Got a .40 on my hip
That bitch she gon give me top
I bust a nut and I wipe it with a mop
You see me then you know
and they playin my songg
wishoe hennesy with don perion
the broads is choosin the fightin is shootin
like 40 water say pimpin we tycoonin
we sum tymers we
This penthouse gets lonely
Like fuck it imma cuddle w the money
Made it through the trenches
And struggling
Like fuck imma have to get muddy
Now
40 days and 40 nights
Devil by her side
Says it's time she roll the dice
Fortune's turned a tide
Angels try to keep her in line
You've got too much
glock clips
So get the fuck out my block, kid
As nights turn to days, days go back to nights, we be speaking it right
And keeping it tight up in
they talk low
Turn up the lantern and show the bones
The face of a man down below the deck and desperate's so
After forty-odd days, we come to
After
down
Forty nights never cooled down
Forty days I cut my hands
Forty nights on the rocks of the land
My faith is beginning to sink
Please missy can I have
The chances of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
But it seems there really ain't a damn thing you can do
'Cause since the seventies, it
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