40's & Blunts lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, bounce to this
My n*gga smoke an ounce to this
Drink your drink to this
40s and Blunts
Smoke to this
Blood all loc to this
Black Knights, n*gga
West Coast Killa Beez

[Verse 1]
Rough, rugged and mad raw, buzzing like a chainsaw
And when I'm blitz there still won't be no brain floor
So pass the alcohol, son 'cause I ain't finished yet
And when I'm Digital my mind will pose as Triple Threats
The triple vet with a street soul, live by the street code
You can tell by the frowns and dirty wardrobes
That it's no holds barred up in L.A. about a hundred n*ggas getting lit off in the alleyway
Truck tees and short sleeves, the Killa Cali way
Smoking blunts, drinking 40s like everyday was a holiday
"What you say, n*gga?" Like everyday was a holiday
..smoke n*gga, like everyday was a holiday

[Chorus]
And bloods n*gga, 40s and bloods 40s and blunts. n*gga we High, We drunk 40s and blunts n*gga 40s and bloods 40 and bloods. n*gga we High, We drunk 40s and blush n*gga, 40 and blunts 40s and blunts n*gga. We High, We drunk 40s and blunts. n*ggas, 40s and bloods 40s and blunts

I like to balance my weed and half dust a Snicker. Mama son, let me get a Dutch and a cold. So I can hit the block. A dice game is cracking AJ's barber shop. So I'mma hit it up. Loaded as fuk. We need another dust to roll up Min. Let's go crack your sh*t up and fly, half a pound, and 10 405 bottles, laid out in the driveway into the city off the 17 Highway. You know how we do? We best b*tches cars. We switches n*ggas with lifts, n*ggas talk, sh*t, n*ggas sh*t splits. And bloods n*gga, 40s and bloods 40s and blunts. n*gga we High, We drunk 40s and blunts n*gga 40s and bloods 40 and bloods. n*gga we High, We drunk 40s and blush n*gga, 40 and blunts 40s and blunts n*gga. We High, We drunk 40s and blunts. n*ggas, 40s and bloods 40s and blunts. They go. We never test the logo. Locks penetrate your Polo. When we off the door moving in slow-mo underground sound. Got the crowd bouncing like a low up and down down and up, face is Browning up. Getting wild as fuk, the flow through the breeze and bloods. Ready for sh*t. Come and quit running. That black knight, still bringing punishment


[Verse 2]
I like to balance my weed and half dust a Snicker. Mama son, let me get a Dutch and a cold. So I can hit the block. A dice game is cracking AJ's barber shop. So I'mma hit it up. Loaded as fuk. We need another dust to roll up Min. Let's go crack your sh*t up and fly, half a pound, and 10 405 bottles, laid out in the driveway into the city off the 17 Highway. You know how we do? We best b*tches cars. We switches n*ggas with lifts, n*ggas talk, sh*t, n*ggas sh*t splits. , They go. We never test the logo. Locks penetrate your Polo. When we off the door moving in slow-mo underground sound. Got the crowd bouncing like a low up and down down and up, face is Browning up. Getting wild as fuk, the flow through the breeze and bloods. Ready for sh*t. Come and quit running. That black knight, still bringing punishment

[Verse 4: Holocaust]
Life is a terminal disease, I'm holding nines
Break your brain up and roll it in a blunt to blow your mind
Dumb and blind can't see Armageddon, we blaze roaches
Rob stagecoaches, blast and throw explosives
The dopest drunken gunslinger, moonshine
Roam the ghost town and gun down foes at noontime
Holocaust calling shots, get drunk and brawl a lot
Fly plots, let off 5 shots, the Cyclops
In your face like eye drops, after you hit the weed
We dump out seeds and smoke until our noses bleed
In the wastelands these streets of rage is why we blaze
West Coast god, heart's cold like Ice Age
I'm ancient, original man, mental patient
Armed with a jagged stone axe, retaliation
It's futile, we strapped with shanks and hand shooters
And will smash through your hood in tanks and land cruisers