4-2-0

歌詞

"Good Afternoon, at the tone pacific daylight time will be 4:20 exactly" *beep* yerrrrr done Ya know i got two states of mind, stoned and asleep, first i hit the sweet leaf and then i have nice dreams, when i get up i wake and bake, take a piss and shave, my clocks stopped at four tweny what you want me to say? i stay blazed all day, no matter where im creepin, hot boxin on your block or at the spot on the weekends you see smoke risin just who could it be? Its my rhymin crime partner D dash L-O-C. Yeah that'd be me born and raised in the suburbs, faded off the bud-smoke throwin it at you nerds thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off i got the purple cush did you bring the sand box? lets bounce some bud we can make a little keef spice up the leaf before we smoke the ltree, everybody in the scene knows we blow the most dosha thats why they label us the Kottonmouth soldiers we got all types At 4-2-0 yes our clocks is always altered- "we talkin pounds' These anti-hero's are just here to serve you proper 'Roll that shit up' So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter 'pass it around' at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, doin my thing Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin' kind of nauseous But I played it cool and pulled a few snapps Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap Dippin through the whole place, no where else I'd rather be Then smokin' weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D. D- 24/7 Everyday every minute everybody, every stoner, grab your bud keep composer beer drinkers, pill poppers, acid heads and freaks All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks Kottonmouth kings signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chronic D-LOC said it, so don't you forget it its 4-4-2-0 'we got all types At 4-2-0 yea our clocks is always altered- 'we talkin pounds' These anti-hero's are just here to serve you proper 'Roll that shit up' So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter 'pass it around' at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja' we got all types at 420 We talking pounds roll that shit up, pass it around so pack it tight ??? Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double-vision And I ain't no mathematician, more like a stoney musician But I get a little help from my friends when in need Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I'm seein in three's 4-5-6 double dashes D im always drinkin beer an im always smokin weed hangin in the street just doin my thing puttin it down for the herb and the kottonmouth kings All these hours and days inter-face with the planet with bubbles and bells the cush is orgasmic ' I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addicts ' the session begins right upstairs in my attic we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it ' the next time you see us don't take us for granted ' we're all getting lifted just the way that we planned it 'we got all types At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- 'we talkin pounds' These anti-hero's are just here to serve you proper 'Roll that shit up' So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter 'pass it around' at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja