4:20

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

Roll, roll, roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing

Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling

N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though

Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto

Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the adobo

Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough

I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out

Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out

Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good

Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****

That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies

Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***

Real s***, money come first, and even worse

You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****

So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint

D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people

Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****

Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney

With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb

The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen

With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision

Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver

Or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot

Yeah, taking it there, hating who care

Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here

To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals

Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you

RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion

Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then

Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping

The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it

The rap game won't like me

You can tell that a n**** is shiesty

If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey

Never know your baby boy just might be

Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill

From the Hill, never ran, never will

Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point

This is not a rap song, you get clapped on

B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name

Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame

Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact

Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that

Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell

We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell

Roll that s***

The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker

Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma

Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster

Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up

Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano

Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle

And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow

I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow

Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind

And I'm moving like my life is on the line

For the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip

Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind

When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up

You won't need a camera phone to get the picture

Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up

Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out