Lyrics:

Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep

First I hit the sweetleaf, 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-hero’s 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, no where 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, acid heads 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 it’s four

two o and I blow endow.


“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These

anti-hero’s 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”


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


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 addict – the

session begins right upstairs in my addict 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


“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These

anti-hero’s 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”