4-2-0
by Kottonmouth Kings
Ya know I got 2 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 shake
My clock stopped at Four-twenty
what you want me to say
I stay blazed all day
no matter where I’m creepin’
Hot boxin on your block and at the spot on the weekends
You’ll see smoke risin’
Just who could it be
It’s my rhyme andcrime partner
D. dash L. O. C.
Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs
Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds
thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off
I got some purple Kush
Did you bring the sand box?
Let’s bounce some bud so we can make a little keefe
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene
Know we blow the most dosha
That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders
“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”
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
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 signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chromic
it’s four two oh and I blow endow
“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”
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
All these hours and days inter-face with the planet
with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addict
the session begins right upstairs in my addict
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”
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Lyrics submitted by Brea.
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 shake
My clock stopped at Four-twenty
what you want me to say
I stay blazed all day
no matter where I’m creepin’
Hot boxin on your block and at the spot on the weekends
You’ll see smoke risin’
Just who could it be
It’s my rhyme andcrime partner
D. dash L. O. C.
Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs
Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds
thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off
I got some purple Kush
Did you bring the sand box?
Let’s bounce some bud so we can make a little keefe
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene
Know we blow the most dosha
That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders
“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”
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
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 signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chromic
it’s four two oh and I blow endow
“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”
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
All these hours and days inter-face with the planet
with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addict
the session begins right upstairs in my addict
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”
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Lyrics submitted by Brea.
These lyrics are not available for printing.
