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Ha ha yeah, huh, uhh Uhh yeah, huh, ha ha ha Skunk hash in the house Uhh uhh, skunk hash representin Sess sess on the sack, uhh uhh Verse 1: Well biggity bang boom bamma, your robby, bustin my grandmother like Cherries Niggas 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 fuckin brew (me too Nigga) 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 fuckin jeans saggin Pour out my liquor, bust some niggas that we missin It’s just a tradition, the 40 keep me drunk and pissin 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, niggas better get they shit together To raise the lever cos we’re never goin out So if you didn’t know when, nigga 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: 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 shit 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 fuckin heisman and wise like The wise I buys ten bags for dolo (and yo) Sick of niggas askin yo what up with k solo? Well i’ma fuckin bastard when it comes to gettin blasted If it’s the hashish then fuck 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 Court forcin down with no shorts and no laws When it’s down to the spit like tela rocks and it’s yours Just take a hit a’time or wacked raps in your slits So peep the cracks in my lips to the black fingertips Nigga 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 a section to niggas on lock in state correction So when I’m in your town at a club near you (aiyo) If you got the bomb. mtherfuckers bring it thru How we do Chorus to fade  More Das Efx Song Lyrics
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