Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 20 Blunts A Day, artist - The Luniz.
Date of issue: 19.04.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
20 Blunts A Day |
Like they always say, what’s good fo Num, is always good fo Yuk. |
Let’s |
Get high |
20 blunts, a day |
Hin, an ala-zae |
20 blunts, a day |
Hin, an ala-zae |
One,(echos),(Drink-A-Lot… all day) |
Two,(echos) |
Five,(echos),(Smoke-A-Lot… all day) |
Twenty,(echos) |
Verse 1 *(Numskull)* |
You know what I came to do |
Came to drink wit a gold face same as you |
Drop a fifty on the bar |
For a fifth of Hindu |
Got freaks wit me gotta get gin too |
I know hoes think the same as me |
Cuz they came to the club lookin like freak nasty |
Pullin niggas on the floor |
Dance nasty as you wanna |
Rub-a-dub-dub |
Lap dance in the corner |
Same ol shit |
Same ol hits |
Same ol click |
Same ol dick |
Bitch don’t look in my eyes |
Cuz I ain’t payin |
Ya shoulda known pimpy-doo niggas ain’t playin |
Juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can see |
Cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me |
Pop a coochie to the back |
Pop a coochie to the front |
But damn, open yo thighs pick up my nigga BLUNT |
What ya really want |
What ya really need |
Pop the breaks on that shit an lets get keyed |
Girl I always pictured you in neon lights |
Big 44 double D’s |
What a sight |
You an me both we can get respect |
Two triple shots of hin an we’ll be on deck |
You my type |
You ol ho |
You my type |
You know |
Hin, an ala-zae, I’m feelin like I wanna hurl |
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I’m gonna leave this world |
Hin, an ala-zae, I been drink-a-lot all day |
Hin, an ala-zae, that’s why I’m lookin this way |
Hin, an ala-zae, I think I need a lil mo |
Hin, an ala-zae, send yo mama to the store |
Hin, an ala-zae, I can’t keep my vision straight |
Hin, an ala-zae |
Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* |
ZAE? |
Why you smoke? |
20 blunts a day, you don’t choke |
Why bitches doggystyle, nut down yo throat |
Get up while my dick on yo coat |
An I’m bumpin Too $hort |
Down the block |
Three on fourth |
My nigga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E., |
Nickle an dime ass nigga |
To a top hat balla |
Big rigga like E-Fourtee |
Niggas know me |
Smoke-A-Lot only smoke weed, blow trees |
Whole keys |
See me in a E-3 dub |
Rollin sweet up, everytime you see Yuk |
Peep us |
Only bad bitches beep us |
Turn yo main squeaze into a cheata |
Smokin reefa |
Took off my DK’s |
An she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka |
An her pussy |
Lift yo ass cheeks up so I could see |
Mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie |
Woogie |
Bust nuts on yo Donna Carra hoodie if it’s all goodie |
An be a |
Ride a Benz wit my knees what? |
Breakin trees up |
Rollin weed up |
On my way to the V-up |
To put the g’s up |
See Yuk |
Hella high, tinky eyed like Korea |
20 blunts a day, I been gettin high all day |
20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger |
20 blunts a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed |
20 blunts a day, that’s why I’m lookin this way |
20 blunts a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo |
20 blunts a day, sticky, sticky indo |
20 blunts a day, step aside an let me blaze |
20 blunts a day |
Blazed |
Do it on the way to San Jose |
20 blunts a day from the dock of the Bay |
Niggas I’m scratch |
But they call it Killa Kali |
I’m walkin through the spot in my crocodile ballies |
20 bag please |
20 Deep East |
I finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree |
Wit my dime piece mommie |
Queen bees keeper |
When the bitch shake her ass |
Nigga you should see her |
Wit a taped on braclet |
Diamond laced watches |
Mosskimo jeans |
Wit her condoms in the pocket |
The bitch is real bad in a drop-top Jag |
Sittin on chrome shelf on paper tag |
Slidin off g-string off in a coach bag |
Dolla sign eyes, an a stash full of hash |
Back to the side where niggas blaze |
Home of the crew, an the booty shake |
Straight packed club where the hoes be poppin |
Dick all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin |
Lookin fo the one that’ll do me right |
Who keep me cummin all through the night |
Ain’t no pitty if you fall to your knees |
Fuck me |
Suck me |
But nigga please |
Let a nigga hit it |
Bitch I know you wit |
From the back, cuz my dicks all in it |
I stick it in, like it ain’t no thang |
Dick stay hard |
OD’d on Ginseng |
Come an be my private dancer |
A playa like me is yo only answer |
Holla at yo boy if you wanna play |
I got hoes from Miami, up to the Bay. |
(echos) |