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4:20 Lyrics - Singles - Mr. Shadow

Get High, Get High 

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed 

Get High, Get High 

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed 

 

[Mr. Shadow] 

I feelin Irry come and try me 

You can look all around but you can't find me 

With my shadow right behind me, blowin it up 

Every where that I go Gs givin me love 

Smoke a dub in a blunt cause it ain't no thing 

How can you be a playa if you got no game, put you to shame 

Around here we maintain, if you wanna sport platinum and roll wit some wood grey 

If you can't hang, then stop botherin 

Bitch my kind of weed will have you fallin and slobberin 

Me and Maddness, smokin I ain't jokin 

Come in the studio and peep the bong that I'm holdin 

Rollin in a V12, you can't blame me and Big Jess for lovin wealth 

Oh hell, I'm bout to mix it 

With canibuseteva straight fuckin me up 

 

[Chorus] 

It's about 4:20, got plenty weed 

Stayin high as can be, fuckin wit the T-H-C 

You know me, bomb weed smokin til I D-I-E 

 

[Maddness] 

it's Maddness with a bomb tweet alert 

It's 4:20 on the clock, Shadow's on the glock 

So you know we bomb smokin, Chron Don blowin 

Rich Line stolen, we residental rollin 

Shadow got the bomb after twistin, I'm the Don 

High off the bomb bay, Madness representin the Chron smokers 

909 way 619 days and nights, got my eyes tight 

Surely stack and don't hate 

Madness down wit Shadow from a thug's place 

My versatility a different page and different state 

Street light stays green and I'm thinkin trees 

A roll a J, call Fingaz it's time to spit heat 

It's 4:20 on the clock, blunt's lit so I feel top notch 

Cheif rollin til my life stops, bomb smokin just the same 

Shadow, Maddness mad blaze 

 

[Chorus] 

 

[Mr. Shadow] 

Ah shit, me and Maddness 

Stay hella high, man take a little X 

Never stress on you twenty bag slangers 

And I never sell yay to a stranger, danger danger 

Fuckin wit a fool you don't know, specially comin from D-I-E-G-O 

So Cal, peep out my Vocal [Why] 

In America's finest we gettin loked out 

 

Get High, Get High, Get High, Get High 

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed 

 

[Chorus] 

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