Intro:
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Ha ha yeah, huh, uhh
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Uhh yeah, huh, ha ha ha
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Skunk hash in the house
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Uhh uhh, skunk hash representin
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Sess sess on the sack, uhh uhh
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Verse 1:
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Well biggity bang boom bamma, your robby, bustin my grandmother like
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cherries
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Niggas wanna follow but they know my style varies
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I smoke like a fire and I drink like a fish
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I be the rapper junkie gettin funky, never miss a diss (boy)
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Now is it just me or is it you too?
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But all I wanna do is spark a blunt and drink some fuckin brew (Me too
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nigga)
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The weed smoker, MC provoker
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No joker, my style be doper cos it fat like Oprah
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Take a toke and blow the smoke like a dragon
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Timberland boots'll keep my fuckin jeans saggin
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Pour out my liquor, bust some niggas that we missin
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It's just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and pissin
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This ain't the mission, easy rider's got to go (c'mon)
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We're only smokin phillies, white owls or optimols
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We've got the flows that are better with every letter
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I keep it wetter, niggas better get they shit together
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To raise the lever cos we're never goin out
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So if you didn't know when, nigga this what we about (boy)
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We about uhh
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Chorus:
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A 40 and a blunt (You know my steelo)
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A 40 and a blunt (You know, you know my steelo)
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A 40 and a blunt (You know my steelo)
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A 40 and a blunt (You know my stee, you know my steelo)
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*repeat*
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Verse 2:
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Ashes to ashes and blunt to blunt
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See I fill em with thai or I fill em with skunk (punk)
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I keeps it on lock but son I gots to come correct (what?)
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The shit that I be smokin get'cha open like a Tek
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Check the glaze in my eyes, no disguise
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and I smoke so much boom that I should win a fuckin Heisman and wise like
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the wise
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I buys ten bags for dolo (and yo)
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Sick of niggas askin "Yo what up with K Solo?"
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Well I'ma fuckin bastard when it comes to gettin blasted
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If it's the hashish then fuck that ole two-in-passion
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Cos oh my God, I hog the blunt like a boss
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Baby sip the 'orty til the 'orty get me source
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Court forcin down with no shorts and no laws
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When it's down to the spit like Tela rocks and it's yours
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Just take a hit a'time or wacked raps in your slits
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So peep the cracks in my lips to the black fingertips
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Nigga cos I crack you up like the Riddler (word up)
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Plus I come to get higher than Hitler
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Lay sessions with the skunk, keep my tape stretchin
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from A section to niggas on lock in State Correction
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So when I'm in your town at a club near you (aiyo)
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If you got the bomb. mtherfuckers bring it thru
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How we do
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Chorus to fade
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40 & A Blunt
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Das EFX |