4:20 - Mr. Shadow, Madness, Bizzle

Get High, Get High

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed

Get High, Get High

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed

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

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

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

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

In America’s finest we gettin loked out

Get High, Get High, Get High, Get High

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed