40's & Blunts

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, bounce to this My nigga smoke an ounce to this Drink your drink to this 40s and Blunts Smoke to this Blood all loc to this Black Knights, nigga 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 niggas 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, nigga?" Like everyday was a holiday ..smoke nigga, like everyday was a holiday [Chorus] And bloods nigga, 40s and bloods 40s and blunts. Nigga we High, We drunk 40s and blunts nigga 40s and bloods 40 and bloods. Nigga we High, We drunk 40s and blush nigga, 40 and blunts 40s and blunts nigga. We High, We drunk 40s and blunts. Niggas, 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 shit 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 bitches cars. We switches niggas with lifts, niggas talk, shit, niggas shit splits. And bloods nigga, 40s and bloods 40s and blunts. Nigga we High, We drunk 40s and blunts nigga 40s and bloods 40 and bloods. Nigga we High, We drunk 40s and blush nigga, 40 and blunts 40s and blunts nigga. We High, We drunk 40s and blunts. Niggas, 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 shit. 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 shit 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 bitches cars. We switches niggas with lifts, niggas talk, shit, niggas shit 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 shit. 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