DAS EFX - 40 & A BLUNT Lyrics

Intro:Ha ha yeah, huh, uhhUhh yeah, huh, ha ha haSkunk hash in the houseUhh uhh, skunk hash representinSess sess on the sack, uhh uhhVerse 1:Well biggity bang boom bamma, your robby, bustin my grandmother likecherriesNiggas wanna follow but they know my style variesI smoke like a fire and I drink like a fishI 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 toonigga)The weed smoker, MC provokerNo joker, my style be doper cos it fat like OprahTake a toke and blow the smoke like a dragonTimberland boots'll keep my fuckin jeans sagginPour out my liquor, bust some niggas that we missinIt's just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and pissinThis ain't the mission, easy rider's got to go (c'mon)We're only smokin phillies, white owls or optimolsWe've got the flows that are better with every letterI keep it wetter, niggas better get they shit togetherTo raise the lever cos we're never goin outSo if you didn't know when, nigga this what we about (boy)We about uhhChorus: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 bluntSee 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 TekCheck the glaze in my eyes, no disguiseand I smoke so much boom that I should win a fuckin Heisman and wise likethe wiseI 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 blastedIf it's the hashish then fuck that ole two-in-passionCos oh my God, I hog the blunt like a bossBaby sip the 'orty til the 'orty get me sourceCourt forcin down with no shorts and no lawsWhen it's down to the spit like Tela rocks and it's yoursJust take a hit a'time or wacked raps in your slitsSo peep the cracks in my lips to the black fingertipsNigga cos I crack you up like the Riddler (word up)Plus I come to get higher than HitlerLay sessions with the skunk, keep my tape stretchinfrom A section to niggas on lock in State CorrectionSo when I'm in your town at a club near you (aiyo)If you got the bomb. mtherfuckers bring it thruHow we doChorus to fade