4 20 Lyrics - Method Man

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(feat. carlton fisk rza streetlife)

[intro: rza (method man)]
Roll that xxxx light that xxxx smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
Roll that xxxx light that xxxx smoke it (4:20 y'all it's time it's time)
Roll that xxxx light that xxxx smoke it (it's been a long time for this man
Niggaz been sleeping on the kid man everybody got some sideway xxxx to say)
Roll that xxxx light that xxxx smoke it (carlo! know what i'm saying man? yeah)

[method man]
Fast or slow mo oh no meth done made a killing
Call the po-po oh niggaz is squealing oh y'all ain't feeling
Niggaz no more the bigger they are harder they go though
Good xxxxx put a hump in my back like quasimoto
Hah my sex ain't homo season vet hold the adobo
Got rappers on that low carb diet y'all can't get no dough
I keep a low pro file excuse me as i get smoked out
Put hands on these niggaz then put the roach out
Go head i'm wishing you would ask if it's good
Man this tarzan xxxx in the woods my xxxx is hood bitch
That means i'm hood rich telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit it's like merrill lynch i'm on that bullshit
Real spit money come first and even worse
You need all your toes & fingers to count up what i'm worth trick
So when i blow a smoke cloud in your face just take a hint
Dick you crowding my space it's mr. meth pa

[chorus: carlton fisk]
It's 4:20 roll up nigga getting smo-ked out
No seeds california weed have you choked out
No doubt roll up which rims spoked out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

[rza]
Roll that xxxx light that xxxx smoke it
Roll that xxxx light that xxxx smoke it

[method man]
So on and so on i flow on
Power to our people get your smoke on
And i'm so gone off that sour diesel
Hard to hold on but hold on it's like i'm pretty toney
With that robe got terrorist shook because i'm so bomb
The hood put me in position i'm in the kitchen
With that cook book the service i'm giving birds they vision
Not a good look told ya my nigga tical deliver
Hook or crook lots of asses to kick wish i had a bigger foot
Yeah taking it there hating who care
Y'all stay out my mental i got killas waiting in here
To get you as i sharpen my pencils tear apart instrumentals
Fuck it y'all niggaz is xxxxx so is the dick that sent you
Rza we done it again co-d occassion
Here's to short skirts and ol' dirt mcgirt okay then
Let's get it popping like it ain't nothing to get it popping
The big and rotten's the city too good to be forgotten

[chorus 2x]

[streetlife]
The rap game won't like me
You can tell that a nigga is shiesty
If i die my second born'll be like me
Slide dick to your wifey
Never know your baby boy just might be
Quick to rob a jack he's so icey stay dressed to kill
From the hill never ran never will
Attitude like xxxx you still i see you missing the point
This is not a rap song you get clapped on
Bullets break the bone like the joint call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms spit on your dame
Go public then xxxx on your fame you overlooking the fact
Where you from is where we at
And y'all don't want no parts in that that
Caught your verse for sale but real niggaz don't shoot & tell
We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell

[carlton fisk]
The inner outer state bi-coastal smoker
Inhale cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
Black jeans black timbs black benz roaster
Smoke rise out the sun roof when i roll up
Verrazano with no relation to gravano
Carlo shots are hollow still cop a bottle
And pour some out moment of silence then i swallow
I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow
Shine shine shine and grind 'cause it's money on my mind
And i'm moving like my life is on the line
For the bullshit i really got no time a full clip
Really gon' let ya niggaz know what's on my mind
When ya getting out of line have them choppers lit up
You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
Chalk down tape around body bag zipped up
Carlo verrazano you can call me mister

[chorus]

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