Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
  First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have nice dreams
  When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
  My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
  I stay blazed all day, no matter where I'm creepin'
  Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
  You'll see smoke risin', Just who could it be
  It's my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.
    Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
  Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand
  off
  I got some purple Kush
  Did you bring the sand box?
  Let's bounce some bud so we can make a little keefe
  Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
  Everybody in the scene
  Know we blow the most dosha
  That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders.
    “we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These
  anti-hero's are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
  up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja”
    You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
  Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, doin my thing
  Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
  Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin' kind of nauseous
  But I played it cool and pulled a few snapps
  Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
  Dippin through the whole place, no where else I'd rather be
  Then smokin' weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.
    24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer beer drinkers,
  pill poppers, acid heads and freaks
  All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
  Kottonmouth Kings signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chronic, D-Loc said it, so dont you forget it, it's four-four two o.
    “we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These
  anti-hero's are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
  up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja”
    Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double-vision
  And I ain't no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
  But I get a little help from my friends when in need
  Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I'm seein in three's
    All these hours and days inter-face with the planet with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
  – I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addict – the
  session begins right upstairs in my attic we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it – the
  next time you see us don't take us for granted – we're all getting lifted just the way that we
  planned it
    “we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These
  anti-hero's are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
  up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja”
    [ Thanks aoeu for correction ]