Intro:
  
  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