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