Ya know I got 2 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 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-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 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, nowhere 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, acidheads 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

D-Loc said it, so don't you 4get it

It's 4-4-2-0 and I blow endow.



"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered

"We talkin 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 burnin Ganja"



We got all types" at 4-2-0

We talkin pounds

Roll that shit up

Pass it around

So pack it tight

Turn up these sounds

This is your right, so live it now (now, now)



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



Four-five-six-double dash it's D

I'm always drinkin beer and I'm always smoking weed

Hanging in the streets, just doing my thing

Puttin it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings



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 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 so?



"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered

"We talkin 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 burnin Ganja"



"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered

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 burnin Ganja"



At 4-2-0