0-8-4 - Bear McCreary

You know I got two states 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's stopped at 4:20, what you want me to say? I stay blazed all day, no matter where I'm creeping Hot boxing 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 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 knows we blow the most doja That's why they label us the Kottonmouth soldiers (We got all types) At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered (We talking pounds) These anti-heroes 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 burning ganja You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks Having a blast, not giving a fuck, doing my thing Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious Now the shots I did with Pak got me feeling kind of nauseous But I played it cool and pulled a few snaps Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap Dipping 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 composure beer drinkers Pill poppers, acid heads and freaks All the creatures in the street heroin addicts and geeks Kottonmouth Kings signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killer chronic D-Loc said it, so don't you forget it It's four (four), two, O and I blow indo (We got all types) At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered (We talking pounds) These anti-heroes 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 burning ganja (We got all types) At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered (We talking pounds) These anti-heroes 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 burning ganja Now you might see me on a mission searching 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 seeing in three's [D-Loc] 4-5-6, double dash is D I'm always drinking beer and I'm always smoking weed Hanging in the streets just doing my thing Putting it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings 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 addicts 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 (We got all types) At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered (We talking pounds) These anti-heroes 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 burning ganja (We got all types) At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered (We talking pounds) These anti-heroes 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 burning ganja

I'll be trappin' way before I work an 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, makin' fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more If you ain't puttin' on the drip, then you ain't sippin' lean no more Time after time, the system took the ones that meant to me the most Life was a horror movie, I feel like I'm meant to be in Ghost I see some designer clothes, feel like I'm meant to be in those Since I got some change, I think about bringing them things on the boat Since my first ring, I kept on buyin' 'em row after row It don't take no effort for me to smoke a whole bag of dope It don't take no effort for me to fuck a ho after a show Feds ask me questions, I won't tell them what they wanna know Every day I do what I want and I go everywhere I wanna go Now my jeans are Saint Laurent, Balenciaga on my coat Money Mitches, paid in full, I ain't never pay a note I'll be trappin' way before I work an 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, makin' fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more Got some killers waitin' for me, down to tell 'em it's a go I got Runtz inside my blunt, but it's the enemies I smoke I'm a frequent shopper, they know all my size at every store They be followin' me around soon as I walk in the door Far from broke, in two years, I made seven mil' on the low Ain't no problem, ain't no pat-down when they let me in the door Just 'cause I slap your hand don't mean I consider you my bro Lately, I've been gettin' bread, I fill my oven up with dough Off the X, I don't wanna eat, don't worry about calories no more Get bags every day, I don't wanna get no salary no more All the cool guys in my high school, I done probably sold them dope Used to want his girl, if she pull up, I end up in her throat I'll be trappin' way before I work an 8 to a 4 Glad I got myself together, 'cause I hated being broke Dior duffle, got 100k in it on the low Sent her on a vacation, and she came back with dope Whether it's strippers or some opps, we gotta bring out the pole Started an argument in the club and we left with his soul Lately, makin' fifty racks don't feel the same to me no more I'm done helpin' everybody, ain't got no sympathy no more

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