Ayo X, you got the time right now?
Ahh, nah, my watch is always jammed at 4:20
Bobby B, you got the time, brother?
You got the time?
Good afternoon, as it's known, Pacific
Daylight Time will be 4:20 exactly
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 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 rhyme partner D-L-O-C
Yeah, that be me, born and raised in the suburbs
Faded off the bud smoke, rollin' after lunch
Thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand-off
I got some purple kush and I brought the sandbox
Let's bounce some buds, we could make a little keef
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene knows we roll the most doja
That's why they label us the Kottonmouth soldiers
We pack it tight, at 4-2-0, yeah, our clocks is always off
We talk it down, these anti-heroes are just here to serve you props
Blow that shit up, so leave those
Blessings right up here upon the altar
Pass it around, at 4-2-0, everybody's burning ganja
You'll catch me at the smokeout smoked out droppin' tricks
Havin' a blast, not givin' a fuck, doin' my thing
Blowin' brains through the crowd, bein' none obnoxious
Now the shots I did with Pac got me feelin' kinda nauseous
But play the cool, and pulled a few snaps
Big fat back rolls and had a chicken caesar wrap
Dippin' through the whole place, nowhere else I'd rather be
Than smokin' weed with my peeps, now I'm passin' the D
Twenty-four seven, every day, every minute
Everybody, every stoner, grab your bud, keep composure
Weed drinkers, pill poppers, acid and freaks
All the greeners in the street, heroin addicts and geeks
Kottonmouth Kings signed a one-way contract
To see the world and smoke the killer chronic
P-Loc said it, so don't you forget it
It's 4-4-2-0, you might as well know
We pack it tight, at 4-2-0, yeah, our clocks is always off
We talk it down, these anti-heroes are just here to serve you props
Blow that shit up, so leave those
Blessings right up here upon the altar
Pass it around, at 4-2-0, everybody's burning ganja
We pack it tight, at 4-2-0
We talk it down
Blow that shit up
Pass it around
So pack it tight
Tight up the sound
This is your right
Right, right
So live it now
Now, now, now, now
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