paroles de chanson 4/20 - Jim Jones feat. Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y

420, right? This our holiday
(Heatmakerz)
Smoke with me, think about it
(Crack music)

Uh, it's 420, nigga, light it up (Light that)
This a celebration, put your lighters up (C'mon)
Roll another one before the flight is up (Keep it goin')
I smoke in public,
So police gon' have to write us up (Write that fuckin' ticket)
I got some loose ends I need to tighten up (True)
I need this money so the feds can lose sight of us (I'm gone)
It be heavy on my soul, I'm tryna lighten up (Fuck 'em)
I watched bullets hit niggas like when lightnin' struck (Boom!)
I seen the game and had to wife her up (True)
All night pumpin' the white, riskin' my life for what? (You hear me?)
My young boys pourin' that lean with
That Sprite in cups (They need to chill)
And when you got a bond, you know the price go up (Woo! Shit)
I was takin' bombs on the China bus (Boom!)
Now every time I hit Miami,
You know we Prada'd up (Know why they like me)
These rap niggas, they be actin' sorta kinda tough
Until I pop around, knock 'em down, line 'em up (Woo)
Shit it don't tick when we wind-'em up (No)
(Soldier shit, nigga)

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

My day consists of rollin' 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 important
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 dawg, 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

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 (Yeah, yeah)
Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set (Yeah, yeah)
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

Uh, I ain't been in this bitch since
They stole Nip' (Since they stole Nip')
First journey that I lit, first bars I spit (The 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 (Heaven-sent)
Frequently places you busters never been (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, throwin' money around
Eastside, all times