40 A Blunt Lyrics - Singles - Das Efx

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: 

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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 

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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