40 & a Blunt - Das EFX

Ha ha yeah, huh, uhh

Uhh yeah, huh, ha ha ha

Skunk hash in the house

Uhh uhh, skunk hash representin

Cess cess on the sack, uhh uhh

Well biggity bang boom bamma, yo I be bustin my grammar 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 cause 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

Tougher than leather cause we’re never goin out

So if you didn’t know a nigga, this what we about (boy)

We about uhh

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)

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)

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

I wise like the wise men

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

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

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

Get the quart, force it down with no shorts and no laws

When it’s down to the spit like T La Rock said, it’s yours

Just take a hit everytime a wack rap singer slips

So peep the cracks in my lips to the black fingertips

Nigga cause 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 every 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.

motherfuckers bring it thru

How we do

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)

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)