| Song | 4-2-0 |
| Artist | Kottonmouth Kings |
| Album | Rollin' Stoned |
| 作词 : Kumagai, McNutt, Miller ... | |
| 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 creepin?Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends | |
| Youl see smoke risin? Just who could it be | |
| It 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 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. | |
| e got all types? At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- e talkin pounds?These | |
| anti-hero are just here to serve you proper oll that shit up?So leave those blessings right | |
| up here upon the alter ass it around?at 4-2-0 everybody burnin Ganja? | |
| Youl 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 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 four | |
| two o and I blow endow. | |
| e got all types? At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- e talkin pounds?These | |
| anti-hero are just here to serve you proper oll that shit up?So leave those blessings right | |
| up here upon the alter ass it around?at 4-2-0 everybody burnin Ganja? | |
| Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double-vision | |
| And I ain 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 seein in three | |
| 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 take us for granted ?wee all getting lifted just the way that we | |
| planned it | |
| e got all types? At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- e talkin pounds?These | |
| anti-hero are just here to serve you proper oll that shit up?So leave those blessings right | |
| up here upon the alter ass it around?at 4-2-0 everybody burnin Ganja? |
| zuò cí : Kumagai, McNutt, Miller ... | |
| 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 Fourtwenty, what you want me to say | |
| I stay blazed all day, no matter where I creepin? Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends | |
| You l see smoke risin? Just who could it be | |
| It 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 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. | |
| e got all types? At 420 yeah our clocks is always altered e talkin pounds? These | |
| antihero are just here to serve you proper oll that shit up? So leave those blessings right | |
| up here upon the alter ass it around? at 420 everybody burnin Ganja? | |
| You l catch me at the SmokeOut 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 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 four | |
| two o and I blow endow. | |
| e got all types? At 420 yeah our clocks is always altered e talkin pounds? These | |
| antihero are just here to serve you proper oll that shit up? So leave those blessings right | |
| up here upon the alter ass it around? at 420 everybody burnin Ganja? | |
| Now you might see me on a mission searchin for doublevision | |
| And I ain 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 seein in three | |
| All these hours and days interface 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 take us for granted ? we e all getting lifted just the way that we | |
| planned it | |
| e got all types? At 420 yeah our clocks is always altered e talkin pounds? These | |
| antihero are just here to serve you proper oll that shit up? So leave those blessings right | |
| up here upon the alter ass it around? at 420 everybody burnin Ganja? |