40's and Bud

Ooh-ooh, uh
You know what I'm sayin'?
You see that difference?
Haha
Yeah, Mr. Finch, 40's and bud, hoes know
It's that real love, the energy, the K-U-R-U-P-T

Just another day once again, startin' out slow
Mornin' after mornin', hoe after hoe
I wakes up bumpin', damn, it's my cousin that's buzzin'
'Cause y'all niggas always into somethin'
I got my new box crew we roll out on a Sunday
Not knowin' if we gonna live 'til Monday
Lookin' for bud as the bucket bounce through the SE
Tryna buy a motherfuckin' ounce
Yeah, I said loc it's time to smoke that whole ounce
But first turn around and chirp out
Sippin' on a boozy so I'm buzzing, bumped out
Not givin' a fuck, gettin' loaded with my cousin
Now I'm chokin' as the chronic smoke rises
Gettin' my mack on with two red sleepy dices
And for busters, it ain't no love
We fucked up off of 40's and joints of bud

Off to the store to get me a 4-0 (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Gettin' bummed off 40's and joints of bud (yeah, baby)
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud (it's servin' them good and plenty)
Off to the store to get me a 4-0 (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Gettin' bummed off 40's and joints of bud (yeah, yeah)
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud (it's servin' them good and plenty)

Once upon a time, when niggas was broke, me and Kurupt ran out of gas in my Renault
But before I stopped, we was relaxed with some hoes
Goin' to the harbor where they show sixty of his shows
Niggas rappin', mackin' and packin' lil' deuce 5's for them fools that was jackin'
And by the time we left, the day was night
We hopped in my window, I turned on my lights
We went to my crib and ate, and then we left again
Went up the hill and ran out of gas by the Mexican (damn)
I mobbed back to the house, we wasn't the only ones sittin' there with our headlights out
Clowning, young niggas not realizing how close death was around 'em
I peep a smoke maximum on the row
Motherfuckers never know what the future holds
Stuck down, all I heard was that ra-ta-tat sound
Now look around and we both on the ground
Tell you what we did, laid, we stayed on the ground, hopin' that we live
To see new days, live to see twenty-one, get a deal and get paid
So while you busters be shown no love, we stayin' bumped off 40's and joints of bud

Off to the store to get me a 4-0 (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud (yeah, baby)
Gettin' bummed off 40's and joints of bud (it's servin' them good and plenty)
I'm off to the store to get me a 4-0 (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud (yeah, yeah)
Gettin' bummed off 40's and joints of bud (it's servin' them good and plenty)

Like I said, 40s to the head, bud to put that head to bed
It's some west side thing
Players, ballers, hustlers, bangers, hoes, they gon' kill a nigga on the row
It's all set, except what you claim
Yeah, bumped out off 40's and joints of bud
Now when you see a buster, then I suggest that motherfucker mark ass buster get checked
And that's they way ya feels, and I'ma kick the reels, and when I see you fool, I'ma steal
And now blast on the wretch, you ain't the cabby now with the Glock 9 heater on your chest
Leaving motherfuckers dead in the mud, in South Central, bummed off 40's and bud

Off to the store to get me a 4-0 (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud (yeah, baby)
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud (it's servin' them good and plenty)
I'm off to the store to get me a 4-0 (Dogg Pound, Dogg Pound)
Now I'm Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud (yeah, yeah)
And now I'm bummed off 40's and joints of bud (it's servin' them good and plenty)

Off to the store to get me a 4-0
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud, yeah
We all bumped out off 40's and joints of bud
Now my homie just called me and said he's gonna be bumped out
Bumped out off joints and bud

Off to the store to get me a 4-0
Bumped out off 40's and joints of bud
Off to the store to get me a 4-0
We all bumped out off 40's and joints of bud, yeah