luniz - 20 bluntz a day lyrics
(feat. 2 live crew & christion)
[numskull talking]
like they always say, what’s good fo num, is always good fo yuk. let’s
get high.
[christion]
20 blunts, a day,
hin, an ala-zae.
20 blunts, a day,
hin, an ala-zae.
[christion, numskull, yukmouth]
one,[echos],(drink-a-lot… all day)
two,[echos]
five,[echos],(smoke-a-lot… all day)
twenty,[echos]
[verse 1: numskull]
you know what i came to do,
came to drink wit a gold face same as you,
drop a fifty on the bar,
for a fifth of hindu,
got freaks wit me gotta get gin too,
i know hoes think the same as me,
cuz they came to the club lookin like freak nasty,
pullin n-gg-z on the floor,
dance nasty as you wanna,
rub-a-dub-dub,
lap dance in the corner,
same ol sh-t,
same ol hits,
same ol click,
same ol d-ck,
b-tch don’t look in my eyes,
cuz i ain’t payin,
ya shoulda known pimpy-doo n-gg-z ain’t playin,
juss pull down yo drawls so a n-gg- can see,
cuz i doubt that the p-ssy is f-ckin wit me,
pop a coochie to the back,
pop a coochie to the front,
but d-mn, open yo thighs pick up my n-gg- blunt,
what ya really want,
what ya really need,
pop the breaks on that sh-t an lets get keyed,
girl i always pictured you in neon lights,
big 44 double d’s,
what a sight,
you an me both we can get respect,
two triple shots of hin an we’ll be on deck,
you my type,
you ol hoe,
you my type,
you know.
[chorus: christion]
hin, an ala-zae, i’m feelin like i wanna hurl.
hin, an ala-zae, i think i’m gonna leave this world.
hin, an ala-zae, i been drink-a-lot all day,
hin, an ala-zae, that’s why i’m lookin this way.
hin, an ala-zae, i think i need a lil mo.
hin, an ala-zae, send yo mama to the store.
hin, an ala-zae, i can’t keep my vision straight.
hin, an ala-zae.
[verse 2: yukmouth]
zae?
smoke-a-lot, smoke-a-lot,
why you smoke?
20 blunts a day, you don’t choke,
why b-tches doggystyle, nut down yo throat,
get up while my d-ck on yo coat,
an i’m b-mpin too $hort,
down the block,
three on fourth,
my n-gg- num drunk on the porch off a m-th- f-ckin quart of o.e.,
nickle an dime -ss n-gg-,
to a top hat balla,
big rigga like e-fourtee,
n-gg-z know me,
smoke-a-lot only smoke weed, blow trees,
whole keys,
see me in a e-3 dub,
rollin sweet up, everytime you see yuk,
peep us,
only bad b-tches beep us,
turn yo main squeaze into a cheata,
smokin reefa,
took off my dk’s,
an she f-cked us up wit the whole sneaka,
an her p-ssy,
lift yo -ss cheeks up so i could see,
mix the hashes up wit the back yard boogie,
woogie,
bust nuts on yo donna carra hoodie if it’s all goodie,
an be a,
ride a benz wit my knees what?
breakin trees up,
rollin weed up,
on my way to the v-up,
to put the g’s up,
see yuk,
h-lla high, tinky eyed like korea.
[chorus]
20 blunts a day, i been gettin high all day.
20 blunts a day, an the blunts get bigger.
20 blunts a day, excuse me if my eyes are glazed.
20 blunts a day, that’s why i’m lookin this way.
20 blunts a day, eenie-meenie, minie-mo,
20 blunts a day, sticky, sticky indo,
20 blunts a day, step aside an let me blaze
20 blunts a day.
blazed.
[2 live crew]
[verse 3: black marquis]
do it on the way to san jose,
20 blunts a day from the dock of the bay,
n-gg-z i’m scratch,
but they call it killa kali,
i’m walkin through the spot in my crocodile ballies,
20 bag please,
20 deep east,
i finna smoke a stanky an get high as a tree,
wit my dime piece mommie,
queen bees keeper,
when the b-tch shake her -ss,
n-gg- you should see her,
wit a taped on braclet,
diamond laced watches,
mosskimo jeans,
wit her condoms in the pocket,
the b-tch is real bad in a drop-top jag,
sittin on chrome shelf on paper tag,
slidin off g-string off in a coach bag,
dolla sign eyes, an a stash full of hash.
[verse 4: young smooth ice]
back to the side where n-gg-z blaze,
home of the crew, an the booty shake,
straight packed club where the hoes be poppin,
d-ck all hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin,
lookin fo the one that’ll do me right,
who keep me c-mmin all through the night,
ain’t no pitty if you fall to your knees,
f-ck me,
suck me,
but n-gg- please,
let a n-gg- hit it,
b-tch i know you wit,
from the back, cuz my d-cks all in it,
i stick it in, like it ain’t no thang,
d-ck stay hard,
od’d on ginseng,
come an be my private dancer,
a playa like me is yo only answer,
holla at yo boy if you wanna play,
i got hoes from miami, up to the bay. [echos]
[chorus]
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