Letra Pass the chalice E-40

Pass the chalice

Hey, Alice
Alice, please pass my chalice (Oh-oh)

Pass the chalice (Woo), pass the pimp cup (Huh)
You niggas be in your feelings, need a simp cup (Oh-oh)
I ain't mean to look your way, that's a hiccup (Woo)
Grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (Sip up)
Throwin' up my gang like I spit up (Ugh)
I'm a lion, the chosen, Simba (Rah)
Niggas cryin' over their bitch, simper (Huh)
Pass the chalice, pass my pimp cup (Oh-oh)

Throwin' up my turf like I know sign language (Uh)
E-40 is my name and all my life I've been famous (Oh)
I'm out here havin' my change and I'm humble (Humble)
All the rappers and the youngsters call me "Uncle" ('Sup, Unc?)
Oh, we for sure got our yaper up and that's affirmative
Anything less than that (Is what?) is inappropriate (Inappropriat?)
Crossin' my T's and dottin' my I's, I'm a boss
I try to tell these lazy niggas g?t money or get lost (Get lost, bitch)
Tell your botch to back up off me, fall back
She on my ankles like a monitor, nerve-rackin' like a gnat (Like a gnat)
Ten toes deep up in these streets that I got callous (Callous)
I ain't above you, I ain't below you, I'm right beside you, pass the chalice (Pass the chalice)

Pass the chalice (Woo), pass the pimp cup (Huh)
You niggas be in your feelings, need a simp cup (Oh-oh)
I ain't mean to look your way, that's a hiccup (Woo)
Grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (Sip up)
Throwin' up my gang like I spit up (Ugh)
I'm a lion, the chosen, Simba (Rah)
Niggas cryin' over their bitch, simper (Huh)
Pass the chalice (Yeah), pass my pimp cup (Oh-oh)

Million dollar moves, got a few that I could switch up
My bitches got Ms, too, so what I gotta trick for?
I don't drink lean, it's E. Cuarenta in my pimp cup
Made a mill' and still ain't spent a dollar in the strip club
Me and 40 off the Earl Stevens with forty freaks (Yeah)
I can't afford to sleep, I've been workin' for forty weeks (Facts)
When you make it out the streets, you gotta stay out of reach
Put your folks on they feet and help 'em learn how to eat, yeah
Shorty want a nigga who be holdin' bands (She want that money)
We could get some money, but I can't be your man (Nah)
Girl, your Instagram look like your OnlyFans
Don't let it go for free 'cause I could point you to them rubber bands (Ayy, Symba)

Pass the chalice (Woo), pass the pimp cup (Huh)
You niggas be in your feelings, need a simp cup (Oh-oh)
I ain't mean to look your way, that's a hiccup (Woo)
Grind hard, pop bottles, sip up (Sip up)
Throwin' up my gang like I spit up (Ugh)
I'm a lion, the chosen, Simba (Rah)
Niggas cryin' over their bitch, simper (Huh)
Pass the chalice, pass my pimp cup (Oh-oh)