[Intro]

Shit

Uh, let it rock like

Uh (Uh)

Yeah (Yeah)

And ya don't stop (Yo, yo)

It goes

[Hook]

Here comes the Crazy Blunted Style, take a hit of this

Here comes the dutch, take a puff

I said here comes the Crazy Blunted Style, take a hit of this

Here comes the dutch, take a puff

[Verse 1]

Yeah

Ayo it’s SC Stat, the civil Rick James

I’ma rip this till y'all remember the kid’s name

My mic toy’s a handgun, when I click, BANG!

A white boy who can’t jump, but I spit flames

It’s like this, deliver the rhyme with damn swag

The minute I hear the baseline, my pants sag

With a smirk for dumb jerks, sit 'em to the turf

I’ma curse, kick up dirt, hit' em where it hurts

With a verse through mad words to come and defeat you

They call me old school 'cause I got something to teach you

Something to freak to, staying true to the culture

Move the crowd and rock the party like I’m supposed to

John Travolta, style a rapper with mad groove

That smooth, Static’s on the travel like bad news

So roll it up in a chocolate blunt

I thought I told y'all before, You Can’t Stop Tha Funk!

[Chorus]

'Cause I’m the one who’s got blunts and the paper

You’re the one who’s got skunk in your vapor

I’m the one who’s got drums for the neighbors

Thump the bass and mix the funk with the flavor

I’m the one who’s got blunts and the paper

You’re the one who’s got skunk in your vapor

I just came to kick a groove and have a fun time

That’s just how we gotta do it in the ’19

[Verse 2]

Like what you gon’ puff? Philly or the blunt?

I bump through the grittiest city silly with a strut

Really I got nothing to offer but rockin’ a stage show

Ain’t got no change bro, but I came with an 8th though

I chain smoke dro, never needed a wax pen

The same funk flow from the cheeba reaction

So get lost bro, why you checkin’ your stop watch?

You can’t handle the smoke then get the heck out the hot box

I’m getting blazed to the roar of that fat bass

If I’m late, I’ll be there a quarter passed, half baked

Bop through boroughs, just to rock the world

Ain’t got no girl, but I’ve got plenty pot to twirl

This is strictly blunt rap, I ain’t doing no drug rap

I’m just the one responsible for bringing that funk back

So give me love as I rhyme with a passion

Line for line whenever it’s time for some action

[Chorus]

'Cause I’m the one who’s got blunts and the paper

You’re the one who’s got skunk in your vapor

I’m the one who’s got drums for the neighbors

Thump the bass and mix the funk with the flavor

I’m the one who’s got blunts and the paper

You’re the one who’s got skunk in your vapor

I just came to kick a groove and have a fun time

That’s just how we gotta do it for the ’19

[Verse 3]

Took the piff from my skunk and filled in my blunt

From the tip of my tongue, I lit to my lungs

Kicks and live drums, I spit for the slums

'Cause I did what I’ve done, I live for the funk

I’m just too fly, son, to side with a chump

So I hit the La once and ride on a punk

I rhyme ruff, you hear the baseline from the trunk

High from the blunt, I’ll bump and die for the funk

Like once again back is the incredible

THC on the streets has gone medical

Let the piff stink, I’m never gonna drink

My shrink ended up paying me to tell her what I think

Unlock the code open when I spit ,flame throwin’

Then rock the show, flowin’ till my pit stains showin’

So breathe, inhale, and prepare to get stoned

Then throw your hands in the air, whether you care or you don’t

Come on

[Chorus]

'Cause I’m the one who’s got blunts and the paper

You’re the one who’s got skunk in your vapor

I’m the one who’s got drums for the neighbors

Thump the bass and mix the funk with the flavor

I’m the one who’s got blunts and the paper

You’re the one who’s got skunk in your vapor

I just came to kick a groove and have a fun time

That’s just how we gotta do it for the ’19