Artist: mc chris Album: Race Wars Song: Where Is My 40? Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Intro/Chorus] Where, is my 40? I can't find my 40 sporty {*3X*} Where, is my 40? I can't find my 40 [mc chris] Where is my 40? Where are the people? Eager to leave and commit acts of evil Stuck at my job, I hear there's a rager So cold it's gold, and there's C4 in my pager Here there be ladies, wearing tight clothing Hopefully somebody there will be holding Late to the date that's great and I'm rolling Can't wait to escape and be done with these doldrums Can't wait to be wasted and plastered and plifted Can't wait to debate which country hid nukies Can't wait to have vomit and blood on my breath Can't wait to digest if there's anything left I must come out my door and take out the trash Do all my chores, impossibly fast Be lightning to dash, break open the Colt as I drink ounces of glorious gold [Chorus] [mc chris] The dude at the deli is smelly and smarmy Sells me a 40, I'm horny for party and five party licks, the kind that's generic I also bought condoms and wasn't embarrassed Alcoholism has millions of perks Traditional troubles with bubbles and burps My Irish ancestry has left me with lager I guess I'm a jigger instead of a jagger The caterwauls costs, the Bufferin's great I'm ready for belching and barfing escape Let's howl at the moon and croon while we drink Let's wake up the wind and begin like I'm late Anticipation, my heart is beating This side is odd, this side is even The numbers decrease, smokers are mingling Every inch of my body is tingling [Chorus] [mc chris] They introduce you to the world they call shots Whiskey and bourbon what starts out with schnapps Goldschlager's exciting, there's little gold flakes Aftershock shots and I'll puke in your face A buttery nipple, liquid cocaine Who's the fuck keeps loading up trays Tomahawk, triple sec, then kamikazes I feel no pain, nothin can stop me Where was my stuff? It was right here My shitty mix and my bag of beer Now where did I place it? Where has it gone? If somebody drank it then fuckers it's on Not in the fridge start looking at culprits Gangrenous guzzling down my indulgence Imagine the bottles are bottomless backwards Say that it's somewhere I'm gettin my hacksaw [Chorus]