20 Bluntz A Day lyrics

by

Keak da Sneak


*(Numskull talking)*

Like they always say, what's good fo Num, is always good fo Yuk. Let's
Get high

*(Christion)*

20 blunts, a day
Hin, an ala-zae
20 blunts, a day
Hin, an ala-zae

[Christion, Numskull, Yukmouth]
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 n*ggas on the floor
Dance nasty as you wanna
Rub-a-dub-dub
Lap dance in the corner
Same ol sh*t
Same ol hits
Same ol click
Same ol di*k
b*tch don't look in my eyes
Cuz I ain't payin
Ya shoulda known pimpy-doo n*ggas ain't playin
Juss pull down yo drawls so a n*gga can see
Cuz I doubt that the pus*y is f*ckin wit me
Pop a coochie to the back
Pop a coochie to the front
But damn, open yo thighs pick up my n*gga BLUNT
What ya really want
What ya really need
Pop the breaks on that sh*t 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
[Chorus: Christion]
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??

Smoke-A-Lot, Smoke-A-Lot
Why you smoke??
20 blunts a day, you don't choke
Why b*tches doggystyle, nut down yo throat
Get up while my di*k on yo coat
An I'm bumpin Too $hort
Down the block
Three on fourth
My n*gga Num drunk on the porch off a mutha f*ckin quart of O.E.,
Nickle an dime ass n*gga
To a top hat balla
Big rigga like E-Fourtee
n*ggas 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 b*tches beep us
Turn yo main squeaze into a cheata
Smokin reefa
Took off my DK's
An she f*cked us up wit the whole sneaka
An her pus*y
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
[Chorus: Christion]
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

*(2 live Crew)*

[Verse 3: Brother Marquis]
Do it on the way to San Jose
20 blunts a day from the dock of the Bay
n*ggas 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 b*tch shake her ass
n*gga you should see her
Wit a taped on braclet
Diamond laced watches
Mosskimo jeans
Wit her condoms in the pocket
The b*tch 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
[Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice]
Back to the side where n*ggas blaze
Home of the crew, an the booty shake
Straight packed club where the hoes be poppin
di*k all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin
Lookin fo the one that'll do me right
Who keep me c*mmin all through the night
Ain't no pitty if you fall to your knees
f*ck me
Suck me
But n*gga please
Let a n*gga hit it
b*tch I know you wit
From the back, cuz my di*ks all in it
I stick it in, like it ain't no thang
di*k 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)

*(chorus)*
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