4/20 Lyrics - Jim Jones

[Intro: Jim Jones] 

420, right? This our holiday 

Smoke with me, think about it 

[Verse 1: Jim Jones] 

It's 420 nigga, light it up 

This a celebration, put your lighters up 

Roll another one before the flight is up 

I smoke in public, so police gon' have to write us up 

I got some loose ends I need to tighten up 

I need this money so the feds can lose sight of us 

It be heavy on my soul, I'm tryna lighten up 

I watched bullets hit niggas like when lightning struck 

I seen the game and had to wife her up 

All night pumpin' the white, riskin' my life for what? 

My young boys pourin' that lean with that Sprite in cups 

And when you got a bond, you know the price go up 

I was takin' bombs on the China bus 

Now every time I hit Miami, you know we Prada'd up 

These rap niggas, they be actin' sorta kinda tough 

Until I pop around, knock 'em down, line 'em up 

Shit it don't tick when we wind-'em up 

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[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] 

My day consists of rolling up big buds 

Fuckin' on a bitch before she get in the tub 

Fall in the bank before I fall in love 

I need a favor, I can call it up 

We rock jerseys with our names cause we ballin' 

Made a fortune, smell like kush on the planes we boardin' 

Was irrelevant but came imported 

Rollin' up with our main courses 

Lamborghinis, Porsches, anything with horses 

You pull up and see the gate, of course that's where I live 

Puppies everywhere 

Gettin' my nails manicured, Tracy twistin' my hair 

Workin' on the next shit, I want the fans to hear 

A million plus I volunteer, lost my dog, shed a tear 

You never know when the end is near 

You better off without niggas in your business 

Go on my own missions, do my own dishes 

Don't send niggas out, I bag my own bitches 

And get 'em home with us 

Multiple things they wanna do alone with us 

Some of 'em drink, some just wanna get stoned with us 

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[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set 

We as real as it gets, you ain't one of us yet 

[Verse 3: Curren$y] 

I ain't been in this bitch since they stole Nip 

First journey that I lit, first bars I spit 

Was dedicated to a Crenshaw legend 

That's church, like you heard it from the reverend 

Rollin' up my next one, stock rag-top '57 Bel Air 

Wristwear, presidential, bezzel drippin' elegance 

Niggas hella rich, flow heaven-sent 

Frequently places you busters never been 

How many of your cars paddle-shift? 

Lil' boy, I done bought cars that I haven't seen in person yet 

This is the life of a New Orleans jet 

Get higher than you ever get 

Off the weed you could never buy, with a bitch that you could never try 

All in her like dinner, wash it down 

A boss in town, real clubs toss me pounds 

Bunch of niggas that you scared of, throwing money around 

Eastside, all times