4-2-0

You 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 shake

My clock's stopped at 4:20, what you want me to say?

I stay blazed all day, no matter where I'm creeping

Hot boxing 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 blowing 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 knows we blow the most doja

That's why they label us the Kottonmouth soldiers

(We got all types)

At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered

(we talking pounds)

These anti-heroes 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 burning ganja

You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks

Having a blast, not giving a fuck, doing my thing

Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious

Now the shots I did with Pak got me feeling kind of nauseous

But I played it cool and pulled a few snaps

Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap

Dipping 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 composure 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 killer chronic

D-Loc said it, so don't you forget it

It's four (four), two, O and I blow indo

(We got all types)