40 & A Blunt lyrics

by

Pete Rock


Intro:

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

Verse 1: Dray

Well biggity bang boom bamma, yo I be bustin my grammar like cherries
n*ggas 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 f*ckin brew (Me too
n*gga)
The weed smoker, MC provoker
No joker, my style be doper cos it fat like Oprah
Take a toke and blow the smoke like a dragon
Timberland boots'll keep my f*ckin jeans saggin
Pour out my liquor, bust some n*ggas that we missin
It's just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and p*ssin
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, n*ggas better get they sh*t together
Tougher than leather cos we're never goin out
So if you didn't know a n*gga, this what we about (boy)
We about uhh
Chorus:

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: Skoob

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 sh*t 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 f*ckin Heisman
I wise like the wise men
I buys ten bags for dolo (and yo)
Sick of n*ggas askin "Yo what up with K Solo?"
Well I'ma f*ckin bast*rd when it comes to gettin blasted
If it's the hashish then f*ck that ole two-in-passion
Cos 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 loss
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
n*gga cos 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 n*ggas on lock in State Correction
So when I'm in your town at a club near you (aiyo)
If you got the bomb. motherf*ckers bring it thru
How we do
Chorus to fade
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