20 Blunts A Day Lyrics

20 Blunts A Day

featuring 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 niggaz on the
floor,
dance nasty as you wanna,
rub-a-dub-dub,
lap dance in the
corner,
same ol shit,
same ol hits,
same ol click,
same ol
dick,
bitch don't look in my eyes,
cuz I ain't payin,
ya shoulda known
pimpy-doo niggaz ain't playin,
juss pull down yo drawls so a nigga can
see,
cuz I doubt that the pussy is fuckin wit me,
pop a coochie to the
back,
pop a coochie to the front,
but damn, open yo thighs pick up my
nigga BLUNT,
what ya really want,
what ya really need,
pop the breaks
on that shit 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 bitches doggystyle, nut
down yo throat,
get up while my dick on yo coat,
an I'm bumpin Too
$hort,
down the block,
three on fourth,
my nigga Num drunk on the
porch off a mutha fuckin quart of O.E.,
nickle an dime ass nigga,
to a
top hat balla,
big rigga like E-Fourtee,
niggaz 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 bitches beep
us,
turn yo main squeaze into a cheata,
smokin reefa,
took off my
DK's,
an she fucked us up wit the whole sneaka,
an her pussy,
lift yo
ass 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,
hella 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,
niggaz 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 bitch shake her ass,
nigga you should see her,
wit a
taped on braclet,
diamond laced watches,
Mosskimo jeans,
wit her
condoms in the pocket,
the bitch 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 niggaz blaze,
home of the crew, an the
booty shake,
straight packed club where the hoes be poppin,
dick all
hard, tryin to shake a lil sumpthin,
lookin fo the one that'll do me
right,
who keep me cummin all through the night,
ain't no pitty if you
fall to your knees,
fuck me,
suck me,
but nigga please,
let a nigga
hit it,
bitch I know you wit,
from the back, cuz my dicks all in it,
I
stick it in, like it ain't no thang,
dick 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)*