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)
 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
 (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
 Now you might see me on a mission searching 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 seeing in three's
 [D-Loc]
 4-5-6, double dash is D
 I'm always drinking beer and I'm always smoking weed
 Hanging in the streets just doing my thing
 Putting it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings
 All these hours and days interface 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 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 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
 (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