40 And A Blunt lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : 40 And A Blunt



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Intro:  

 Ha ha yeah  huh  uhh  

 Uhh yeah  huh  ha ha ha  

 Skunk hash in the house  

 Uhh uhh  skunk hash representin  

 Sess sess on the sack  uhh uhh  

 Verse 1:  

 Well biggity bang boom bamma  your robby  bustin
my grandmother like  

 cherries  

 Niggas wanna follow but they know my style
varies  

 I smoke like a fire and I drink like a fish  

 I be the rapper junkie gettin funky  never miss
a diss (boy)  

 Now is it just me or is it you too?  

 But all I wanna do is spark a blunt and drink
some fuckin brew (Me too  

 nigga)  

 The weed smoker, MC provoker  

 No joker, my style be doper cos it fat like
Oprah  

 Take a toke and blow the smoke like a dragon 


 Timberland boots'll keep my fuckin jeans saggin 


 Pour out my liquor, bust some niggas that we
missin  

 It's just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and
pissin  

 This ain't the mission, easy rider's got to go
(c'mon)  

 We're only smokin phillies, white owls or
optimols  

 We've got the flows that are better with every
letter  

 I keep it wetter, niggas better get they shit
together  

 To raise the lever cos we're never goin out  

 So if you didn't know when, nigga this what we
about (boy)  

 We about uhh  

 Chorus:  

 A 40 and a blunt (You know my steelo)  

 A 40 and a blunt (You know, you know my steelo) 


 A 40 and a blunt (You know my steelo)  

 A 40 and a blunt (You know my stee, you know my
steelo)  

 *repeat*  

 Verse 2:  

 Ashes to ashes and blunt to blunt  

 See I fill em with thai or I fill em with skunk
(punk)  

 I keeps it on lock but son I gots to come
correct (what?)  

 The shit that I be smokin get'cha open like a
Tek  

 Check the glaze in my eyes, no disguise  

 and I smoke so much boom that I should win a
fuckin Heisman and wise  

 like  

 the wise  

 I buys ten bags for dolo (and yo)  

 Sick of niggas askin "Yo what up with K Solo?" 


 Well I'ma fuckin bastard when it comes to gettin
blasted  

 If it's the hashish then fuck that ole
two-in-passion  

 Cos oh my God, I hog the blunt like a boss  

 Baby sip the 'orty til the 'orty get me source 


 Court forcin down with no shorts and no laws 


 When it's down to the spit like Tela rocks and
it's yours  

 Just take a hit a'time or wacked raps in your
slits  

 So peep the cracks in my lips to the black
fingertips  

 Nigga cos I crack you up like the Riddler (word
up)  

 Plus I come to get higher than Hitler  

 Lay sessions with the skunk, keep my tape
stretchin  

 from A section to niggas on lock in State
Correction  

 So when I'm in your town at a club near you
(aiyo)  

 If you got the bomb. mtherfuckers bring it thru 


 How we do  

 Chorus to fade