Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Josh Paul Davis, Timothy Jerome Parker
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Blackalicious40 Oz For Breakfast Lyrics:
[Gift of Gab]
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through
the day I guess I shoulda had a V8 instead; anyway
Let me contemplate my thought something back to a
time When my fridge was full of booze but in my
pocket not one dime I remember back on Willis Ave,
with my ace-boom homey Mark Black I would start
the day off hearin the sound of the fo'-oh crack I
went to work blitzed, so eventually I got dissed
And caught a shocker when my supervisor said
"You're dismissed" Now as I stare at my last check
now my mind is stressed and depressed I spell
relief S-T-I-D-E-S yes with a little excess less
the worry Why go job hunting today? When I can sit
back and smoke this sack and drink And feel my
problems shrink away And by now, the rent's due in
two weeks But inside my mind that's just another
problem brew can delete I got evicted, to the
point where the court martial came to my door And
said, "Get this kid: get your bags and split you
don't live here no more" And now I'm ass out; I'm
so damn hungry I feel like I'm gonna pass out I
asked my brother for a handout and he hooked me
Though I knew he had doubts And rightfully so,
cause I had new shit to deal with I'm so confused
I have no control of my life I think I'll get lit
So as my problems compile, I steady smile, oh yes
Sippin on that forty ounce that's leadin me to a
path of nowhere So as I think about tomorrow, I
hesitate and say: A forty ounce for breakfast,
will get me through the day..
A forty ounce for breakfast gets a brother through
the day I guess I shoulda rolled a joint up
instead; anyway Seems like everytime I start I
don't know when it's time to say when Now my
mental gets all blurred and inside talk the
ill-behavin Coolin with my boys, no names need to
be mentioned At a party with some brothers I don't
know I'm chillin in some E&J With a forty O-Z to
wash the shit down And plus a lot of marijuana now
I need to sit down I can't remember the last time
I was this blew out of my cranium My ears and head
begin to hum aloud as the room spun; anyway Next
thing I know I blacked out woke up with vomit all
over my coat Start talkin out my ass I can't see
straight but yet I quote And I don't know what
came over me, I started dissin both my homies That
I used to freestyle with and now I'm askin them to
show me What they got not thinkin straight I don't
know why I posed the challenge Now my ego is
erupting as if I was Mt. Saint Helens Some shit
was said I know I can't erase and now shit ain't
the same I wish I had just one more chance to live
that day again I strain; cause this bid was to
find a true friend And loose them to booze in my
system just ain't how I'm livin Nothin I could
really say to mend up how someone else feels And
so I guess I gotta wait and see if maybe the
wounds will heal And I really didn't mean a word I
said though I can't prove that Now the only thing
that I can really say is I went out And out I went
and now and then I get irate and say A forty ounce
for.. nah A forty ounce for.. fuck!! Just one more
forty just one more I'll make this last day A
forty ounce for breakfast, can get me through the
day
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