Lyrics:
4:20 is my favorite number
Not the police code for marijuana
It's not the death of Bob or Jimi
It was just a time for us meet
High schoolers from
4:20 is my favorite number
Not the police code for marijuana
It's not the death of Bob or Jimi
just a time for us meet
High schoolers from
Yeah
Four twenty is my favorite number
Not the police code for marijuana
Not the death of bob or jimi
Just a time for kids meet
Well high schoolers
Yeah yeah
Four twenty is my favorite number
Not the police code for marijuana
Not the death of bob or jimi
Just a time for us to meet yeah
High
heart and inside his brain
We are witnesses to the death of Bob's pain
He pulled the gun and put it under his chin
A lady screamed in a car next to him
outta politics
I believe politicians pull a lot of tricks
The war on drugs, crack epidemic, all o' 'dat
The death of Bob Marley and Malcolm X
'Pac
Well it's B.o.B., flyer than a stewardess
Fresh to death like I'm dressed for a eulogy
My outfit's retarded, my flow is the stupidest, dumb
I'll
as a fox clever than ever
Silly ducks write rhymes with feathers
Really dope needles are needed to inject this
Dope cause I'm a death wish, not even
ducks write rhymes with feathers
Really no needles are needed to inject this
Dope cause I'm a death wish, not even Bob Hope's
Rhymes are rugged, soul
Death is not the end :: Waterboys
(Bob Dylan)
When you are sad and you are lonesome
and you just can't find a friend
Just remember
death is not
what do I see
Guliani with tacky at me with death penalty
I dodge the cops bob and weave to the left
young gifted and black but yet I'm still
generation still waved their crutches threatening
Then, some years after Bob Marley's death, drunken Bacardi yuppies jumped off yachts into the waters
Mando a casa con sto flow
Tu vai ko
Se mi chiedi come sto non rispondo bro
Muori a 33 con l'arsenico
Scrivo il tuo nome sull'agenda tipo in Death
This that type a shit, that you just bob your head too
Bob ya head too, you just you just bob ya head too
This that type a shit that you just bob ya
got 51 flavors for yall you hear that lighter striking
Grab the loud split it down roll it up we choking Bruh Blowing that Bob Blowing that Bob Bob
the Lord works
At first I thought I'd be in college with the pig skin
Rap is a hobby then I fell in love with the pen
Normally nothin' bothers me death
a just true, him a Bob Marley son
How him get a Swizz Beats and you nuh get me none
Wha mi sing strictly ex amount of high grade sess mi bun
Wha mi
performing procedures
Jesus, I ain't trying to be facetious, but
"Vengeance is mine" said the Lord
You said it better than all
Leave niggas on death's
Regardless, I'll be here bringin' it heartless
Ruthless, to the death I'll stand for the truth yes
My God given talent is all that I can do best
Keep
up in the grave
You better watch what you say
If you value your life
Cus every death in the streets
Don't come from gang ties
Bob told Billy
We 'bout
The Republicans believe in their right to bear arms
No matter the rising death toll
And the amount of harm it causes to innocent people
They have their right
Bronx Style Bob is in the house, what you wanna do? (Party!)
Hen-Gee is in the house, what you wanna do, homeboy? (Party!)
My man Shaquel is in
feat. Bob Marley
[Chrous: Bob Marley ]
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died
Woman hold her head
flowers on the fresh grave?
Another unnecessary death
When youre lonely and on your own
You wish Bob Dylan knocks on your door
When
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