40ozKillah

40ozKillah

BandComedyHip Hop

Catchy lyrical compositions with a sprinkle of humor simmered in Hip Hop beats.

Biography

Been a songwriter my whole life. Two of my kids are Professional Snowboarders, Molly and Mason Aguirre. On a dare a few years ago Mason challenged me to develop a rap character, so that's how 40ozKillah came to be. I have a pretty huge following on the Pro Snowboard scene as well as MySpace. (www.myspace.com/40yo)

Lyrics

Wanna Be A Rap Star

Written By: 40ozkillah

When I was a little Homie
I didn’t know what I wanted to be no,
Not a Doctor or an Attorney,
Didn’t want to screw no one or put ‘em on a gurney
Mom and dad would drink and fight,
So I’d get out my crayons and I would write,
Had a knack for pantamic timing,
Dr. Suess books taught me bout rhyming,
Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

When Mom and dad would fall asleep I’d,
Get out my remote and turn on the MTV,
I’d fall asleep and I would dream,
My name in lights and my face on the big screen,
Back then I thought the music was crap,
So I decided that I wanted to write some rap,
Woke my parents up out of bed,
And when they answered the door this is what I said,

Hey dad I want to be a rap star,
Get some bling and maybe get a pimp car,
Get myself a grill it’s gonna be a beauty,
Get a couple ho’s with big lumps and booties,
Hey there Mom I want to be a rappah,
Even though I wish I wasn’t a white crackah,
And when my CD hits the music racks,
Don’t get mad if I write some smack about you, about you, about you.

When I got to Camelback High School,
My English teacher told me I was absurd,
Handed me Webster’s Dictionary,
Trying to tell me "Yo" really wasn’t a word,
Man I got so mad I snapped,
Told him he didn’t know jack about rap,
Left that school like a ragin' Godzilla,
And became the 40ozKillah yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

I Put some tracks on an Internet website,
And sent some copies to some people in the industry,
Wasn’t long till I had myself a label,
Dumpster diving was definitely over for me,
Got myself all famous and known,
One night I decided to call back home,
Woke my parents up out of bed,
When they answered the phone this is what I said,

Hey Dad became myself a rap star,
Got some bling and got myself a pimp car,
Got myself a grill tell ya it’s a beauty,
Got a couple ho’s with big lumps and booties,
Hey there Mom became myself a rappah,
Even though I wish I wasn’t a white crackah,
And when my CD hits the music racks,
Don’t get mad cause I wrote some smack about you, about you, about you, about you, about you...

Well I trained myself
Well I claimed myself
Well I got gold albums all over my shelf
I became a star with lots of cribs and cars and when I’m in the bars they all know who I ares,
I’m a rappin fool wearin all my jewels in my swimming pools that kinda keep me cools,
I can wage a rage on stage for days in ways that phase a blaze of haze like some burnin sage,
Round these big execs wet with corporate jets that bet they get me sign something I might regret,
Don’t want to drive my hood or even if I could don’t want to see my mommas house of rotten wood,
Hey there look at me on the cable TV flashing flashing George Washington’s all over the screen…
I’m a rap star baby…whooooo…I’m all that and a bag of potato chips too.

Discography

40ozKillah / "Just Killin' Time"

Set List

Originals are:
Dingo Lingo, Backflip Joe, Party Train, Cookie and Lydia, Battle Down, Crackah Rappah, Put It On The Damn Chain, Frends Is Up, Cupid's Little Devil, I Wanna Be On Idol, I.P. Double H.C., That What The Killah Do, The Mexicans, Wanna Be A Rap Star.

Set is usually 45 min.