4:20 Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it 

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it 

Roll, roll, roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it 

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it 

Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing 

Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling 

N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though 

Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto 

Hah, my sex ain't h*** 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 s**** out 

Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out 

Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good 

Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b**** 

That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies 

Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls*** 

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Real s***, money come first, and even worse 

You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t**** 

So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint 

D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa 

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out 

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out 

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out 

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it 

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it 

So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people 

Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d***** 

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 n****, Tical deliver 

Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot 

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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 n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you 

RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion 

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 

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out 

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out 

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out 

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out 

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out 

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out 

Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it 

The rap game won't like me 

You can tell that a n**** is shiesty 

If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** 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, fuck you still, I see you missing the point 

This is not a rap song, you get clapped on 

B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name 

Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame 

Go public, then, s*** 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 n***** don't shoot and tell 

We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell 

Roll that s*** 

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 bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip 

Really gon' let ya n***** 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 

It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out 

No seeds, California w*** have you choked out 

No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out 

4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out