作词 : Brad, Doug, Willie Hey, hit this mother******* God, hit that *************t, hit that ************* It's 4:20, y'all, we got love Is this mother******* on? At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Chronic sticks in the door Visions of bongs being burned D-Loc, just call me a stoner A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker People puffin' stress ain't living right But I ain't going out without my pipe See, every time I pull a load, I start sweatin' Smoke starts coming out my nose There's somebody slaggin' some sacks But I don't know who it is so I'm watching my back It's a cop and he's deep undercover When I toke, I won't see the mother*******s[Incomprehensible] Caddy like our own A sack of fruit and a bong like my own Some might say, take a chill, DBut ************* that *************t, there's a pig trying to diss me I popped in the rip of my indo Every twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch I'm staring at my girl on the corner It's ****** up when my mind's playing tricks on her My mind's playing tricks on her I got a big Afro, I drive old cars Ain't nobody roll like me, it's like I'm a movie star But late at night something ain't right Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow lights Is it that dude tryin' to steal all my crops? Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks? Or is it that one claimin' he had the power Tryin' to grow herb but it was h'emp pure and flower? Reach under my seat Grabbed [Incomprehensible] Ain't no use to me to lie They would scare us than a mother******* Transplant complete and I told them all sixty-five days And that *************t will be done with, ounce nugs just like I figured******** cup, Kings Blend is the winner And what I saw, make your head start wrigglin' Three rip cripplin' stoney senior citizens I live by the bud, I take my clones everywhere I goBecause I'm paranoid I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners My mind's playing tricks on me My mind is playing tricks on me Day by day, it's more impossible to cope Daddy-X smokin' off pounds of **** Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Slanging buds, got a door to door service Knee deep in the mother******' business Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness I got birth about three and a half [Incomprehensible]215 ******' me down in OCThe punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter Something about his X girl that he *************ed her I got phat sounds in my ride Way too many friends that have died I got a baby girl to look after I play the role like a mother******' actor Big daddy plant seeds in my wife Plan on being down for life Got the baddest ************* in the whole city With two fat big brown, big ass ******* And they're the types I be suckin' on D-Loc, come and pack up my zong My mother******g sacks' getting lonely My mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me This year 420 fell on a weekend Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating Robbin' little kids for sacks[Incomprehensible] got behind our ass Broke the ************* out and said late Skate to my house sucker sittin' down by my gate We were in for a session no doubt Reached in my pocket, you know what I pulled out The G13 then the zong was delivered But this battle just called for something bigger A bong about six or seven feet A specialty piece, I envisioned in my sleep Pulled out the triple beam on 'em Dropping them mother******' G's on 'em The more I smoke ,the more high I grewThen he disappeared and my boys disappeared too Then I felt just like a fiend The *************t was brown, man, it wasn't even green I was high as ************* in the street And to top it all off I broke my zong on the concrete Goddamn, homie, my mind is playing tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
作词 : Brad, Doug, Willie Hey, hit this mother******* God, hit that *************t, hit that ************* It's 4:20, y'all, we got love Is this mother******* on? At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Chronic sticks in the door Visions of bongs being burned D-Loc, just call me a stoner A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker People puffin' stress ain't living right But I ain't going out without my pipe See, every time I pull a load, I start sweatin' Smoke starts coming out my nose There's somebody slaggin' some sacks But I don't know who it is so I'm watching my back It's a cop and he's deep undercover When I toke, I won't see the mother*******s[Incomprehensible] Caddy like our own A sack of fruit and a bong like my own Some might say, take a chill, DBut ************* that *************t, there's a pig trying to diss me I popped in the rip of my indo Every twenty seconds I be smoking another bowl Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch I'm staring at my girl on the corner It's ****** up when my mind's playing tricks on her My mind's playing tricks on her I got a big Afro, I drive old cars Ain't nobody roll like me, it's like I'm a movie star But late at night something ain't right Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow lights Is it that dude tryin' to steal all my crops? Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks? Or is it that one claimin' he had the power Tryin' to grow herb but it was h'emp pure and flower? Reach under my seat Grabbed [Incomprehensible] Ain't no use to me to lie They would scare us than a mother******* Transplant complete and I told them all sixty-five days And that *************t will be done with, ounce nugs just like I figured******** cup, Kings Blend is the winner And what I saw, make your head start wrigglin' Three rip cripplin' stoney senior citizens I live by the bud, I take my clones everywhere I goBecause I'm paranoid I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners My mind's playing tricks on me My mind is playing tricks on me Day by day, it's more impossible to cope Daddy-X smokin' off pounds of **** Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Slanging buds, got a door to door service Knee deep in the mother******' business Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness I got birth about three and a half [Incomprehensible]215 ******' me down in OCThe punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter Something about his X girl that he *************ed her I got phat sounds in my ride Way too many friends that have died I got a baby girl to look after I play the role like a mother******' actor Big daddy plant seeds in my wife Plan on being down for life Got the baddest ************* in the whole city With two fat big brown, big ass ******* And they're the types I be suckin' on D-Loc, come and pack up my zong My mother******g sacks' getting lonely My mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me This year 420 fell on a weekend Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating Robbin' little kids for sacks[Incomprehensible] got behind our ass Broke the ************* out and said late Skate to my house sucker sittin' down by my gate We were in for a session no doubt Reached in my pocket, you know what I pulled out The G13 then the zong was delivered But this battle just called for something bigger A bong about six or seven feet A specialty piece, I envisioned in my sleep Pulled out the triple beam on 'em Dropping them mother******' G's on 'em The more I smoke ,the more high I grewThen he disappeared and my boys disappeared too Then I felt just like a fiend The *************t was brown, man, it wasn't even green I was high as ************* in the street And to top it all off I broke my zong on the concrete Goddamn, homie, my mind is playing tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me My mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
