I guess I'm freaking forty, Oh, but I'm better of them some, Well I might be freaking forty, But you're freaking forty-one. Well I guess I'm freaking forty
a lust for loot, quick to shoot Ostrich, fruits and Austin Martin coupes Fill my dreams with cream, I got wet sheets I'm bustin' nuts over currency, kid
behind the back I do whatever I wanna do, punk hoe I rock a perm, you rock an afro I wear khakis, while y'all wear silk Y'all drink forties, and I drink
While Mamasitas carry real heaters I rock the Dooby And L rocks the Nubian twists 96 Muthafuckas gettin' dissed Everyone wants to be a cowboy Grab your guns boy Forty
up on ya few Boss niggas dump bullets and get rid of that crew You gotta bang niggas out Fuck that shit is serious Give it to `em niggas, kid show them
dry That's why you got to walk on by, walk on by Walk on by, walk on by, walk on by My man P put me on to the shorty Henn Rock Now Henn Rock is strong
" Correction, "Hell yes"; old folks wanna cuss on how I walk talk and dress, they say my life's a mess But I'm straight, are you straight, if you straight, then I'm straight Rock
N to the E When I wave bitch you better say heeyyyyyyyy W A R K Newark NJ got the AK I'm a Kid From the Hall I got big balls to make your
and cock 'em, anythin' bubble I'm poppin' Anything stumble, I'm droppin', whatever you rollin', I'm toppin' And it's fully loaded, I'm coppin', wheww No more slang rocks, I rock rocks
't trust nobody Gotta look over your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young kid Growin' up, lookin' in the mirror dreamin' about blowin' up To rock
