36618 - Kottonmouth Kings

Ya know I got 2states 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 C C

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 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 **** up

So leave those blessings right up

Here upon the alter

Pass it around

At 4-2-0everybody's burnin' Ganja

You'll catch me at the smoke-out

Smoked out

Dropping drinks

Havin a blast not givin' a ****

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' **** with my peeps

Now I pass it to D D D D

247 everyday every minute everybody

Every stoner grab your bud keep composer

Beer drinkers pill poppers

Acidheads and freaks

All the creatures in the street

****** ******* 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 4-4-2-0and 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 **** 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 **** up

**** up

Pass it around

So pack it tight tight tight

Turn up these sounds

This is your right

Your right

So leave you are now

Now 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 **** double

Now I'm seein' in three's

Three's three's

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

I'm always drinkin' beer

And I'm always smoking ****

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 *******

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 **** 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 **** up

So leave those blessings right

Up here upon the alter

Pass it around

At 4-2-0 everybody's burnin' Ganja

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