40 A Blunt Lyrics by Das Efx

40 A Blunt

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