Kottonmouth Kings 4-2-0 Lyrics:
Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
First I hit the sweetleaf, 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 and
crime 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
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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 o 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”
Lyrics: 4-2-0, Kottonmouth Kings [end]