4 - 2 - 0 - Kings Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have dreams When I get up, I wake and bake, take a and shake My stopped at four-twenty, what you want me to say I stay blazed all day, no matter I'm creepin' Hot boxin on block, and at the spot on the weekends You'll see risin', just who could it be It's my rhyme and crime partner, d. l. o. c.
Yeah that be me born and in the suburbs. off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds thanks johnny richter for your nice little hand Off I got some purple Did you bring the sand Let's bounce bud so we can make a little keefe Spice up the leaf before we the tree in the scene Know we blow the dosha way they label up the kottonmouth solders.
we got all types at 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always we talkin pounds these 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 everybody's burnin ganja
You'll catch me at the smoked out, dropping drinks Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, my thing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious Now the shots I did with pak got me kind of nauseous But I played it and pulled a few snapps Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken caesar Dippin through the whole place, no else I'd rather be Then smokin' with my peeps, now I pass it to d.
24.7 everyday every minute everybody stoner grab your bud keep composer beer drinkers, Pill poppers, acid and freaks All the in the street heroin addicts and geeks Kottonmouth signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chromic four Two o and I endow.
we got all types at 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always we talkin pounds these Anti-hero's are just here to you proper roll that shit up so leave those blessings right Up here upon the pass it around at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin ganja
Now you might see me on a mission searchin for And I ain't no mathematician, more a stoney musician But I get a help from my friends when in need Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I'm seein in
All these hours and days inter-face with the with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic I transplant my mental to titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addict the Session begins upstairs in my addict we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it the Next time you see us take us for granted we're all getting lifted just the way that we it
we got all 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 shit up so leave those blessings right Up here upon the alter pass it around at 4-2-0 everybody's ganja