Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 40 & a Blunt , by - Das EFX. Release date: 31.12.1969
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
40 & a Blunt |
| 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) |