4-2-0

[Verse 1: Johnny Richter] 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 [Verse 2: D-Loc] 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 ground (?) some bud so we can make a little keef 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 [Hook] (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 [Verse 3: Johnny Richter] 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 [Verse 4: D-Loc] 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 5: Johnny Richter] 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 [Daddy-X] 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 [Hook x2]