Текст песни 4:20 - Method Man , Streetlife
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***
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
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
1 Intro
2 Is It Me
3 Problem
4 Somebody Done Fucked Up
5 Shaolin Soldier (Skit)
6 Fall Out
7 Dirty Mef
8 4:20
9 4:20
10 Let's Ride
11 Let's Ride
12 The Glide
13 The Glide
14 Kids (Skit)
15 Got To Have It
16 Say
17 Ya'Meen
18 Ya'Meen
19 Konichiwa Bi*ches
20 Everything
21 Everything
22 Walk On
23 Walk On
24 Pimpin' (Skit)
25 Presidential MC
26 Presidential MC
27 4 Ever
28 4 Ever
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