4 - 2 - 0 Lyrics - Rollin Stoned - Kottonmouth Kings

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 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