"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
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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
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