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just might be\n\nQuick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill\nFrom the Hill, never ran, never will\nAttitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\nThis is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n\nB****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\nDisrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\nGo public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\nWhere you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n\nCaught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\nWe'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\nRoll that s***\n\nThe inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\nInhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\nBlack jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\nSmoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n\nVerrazano, with no relation to Gravano\nCarlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle\nAnd pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow\nI'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow\n\nShine, shine, shine and grind, 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No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[01:31.02] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[01:33.79] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:38.36] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:39.22] So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n[01:42.83] Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n[01:45.55] Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n[01:48.30] With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb\n[01:51.91] The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n[01:54.64] With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision\n[01:57.30] Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver\n[02:00.14] Or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\n[02:03.92] Yeah, taking it there, hating who care\n[02:05.77] Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here\n[02:09.31] To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals\n[02:12.93] Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you\n[02:15.63] RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion\n[02:18.34] Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then\n[02:21.11] Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping\n[02:24.74] The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n[02:27.48] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[02:30.10] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[02:32.88] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[02:36.58] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[02:39.25] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[02:41.95] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[02:44.69] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[02:48.34] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[02:51.01] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[02:51.99] The rap game won't like me\n[02:52.85] You can tell that a n**** is shiesty\n[02:53.72] If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey\n[02:57.32] Never know your baby boy just might be\n[03:00.94] Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill\n[03:02.78] From the Hill, never ran, never will\n[03:05.44] Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\n[03:09.18] This is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n[03:11.84] B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\n[03:14.54] Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\n[03:17.29] Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\n[03:20.89] Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n[03:24.45] Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\n[03:29.04] We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n[03:30.81] Roll that s***\n[03:32.63] The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\n[03:35.36] Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\n[03:39.05] Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\n[03:40.85] Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n[03:44.40] Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano\n[03:47.16] Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a 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out\n\n  Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n  Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****\n  That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies\n  Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***\n\n  Real s***, money come first, and even worse\n  You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****\n  So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint\n  D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa\n\n  It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\n  So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n  Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n  Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n  With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb\n\n  The 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in here\nTo get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals\nFuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you\n\nRZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion\nHere's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then\nLet's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping\nThe big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n\nIt's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California w*** have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\nIt's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California w*** have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\nRoll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\nThe rap game won't like me\nYou can tell that a n**** is shiesty\nIf I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey\nNever know your baby boy just might be\n\nQuick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill\nFrom the Hill, never ran, never will\nAttitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\nThis is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n\nB****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\nDisrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\nGo public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\nWhere you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n\nCaught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\nWe'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\nRoll that s***\n\nThe inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\nInhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\nBlack jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\nSmoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n\nVerrazano, with no relation to Gravano\nCarlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle\nAnd pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow\nI'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow\n\nShine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind\nAnd I'm moving like my life is on the line\nFor the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip\nReally gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind\n\nWhen ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\nYou won't need a camera phone to get the picture\nChalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\nCarlo Verrazano, you can call me mister\n\nIt's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California w*** have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out","syncedLyrics":"[00:12.66] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[00:16.50] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[00:20.17] Roll, roll, roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[00:28.38] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[00:33.72] Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing\n[00:37.47] Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling\n[00:40.10] N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though\n[00:42.85] Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto\n[00:45.74] Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the adobo\n[00:49.65] Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough\n[00:53.37] I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out\n[00:56.07] Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out\n[00:58.74] Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n[01:00.57] Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****\n[01:04.47] That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies\n[01:06.28] Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***\n[01:10.04] Real s***, money come first, and even worse\n[01:12.73] You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****\n[01:16.38] So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint\n[01:19.07] D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa\n[01:22.02] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[01:24.77] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[01:28.32] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[01:31.06] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[01:33.70] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:38.37] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:39.23] So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n[01:42.86] Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n[01:45.56] Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n[01:48.31] With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb\n[01:51.99] The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n[01:54.63] With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision\n[01:57.32] Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver\n[02:00.17] Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\n[02:03.92] Yeah, taking it there, hating who care\n[02:05.73] Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here\n[02:09.34] To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals\n[02:12.93] Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you\n[02:15.70] RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion\n[02:18.40] Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then\n[02:21.19] Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping\n[02:24.76] The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n[02:27.46] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[02:30.13] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[02:32.84] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[02:36.54] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[02:39.22] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[02:41.98] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[02:44.68] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[02:48.30] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[02:51.04] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[02:51.90] The rap game won't like me\n[02:52.87] You can tell that a n**** is shiesty\n[02:53.76] If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey\n[02:57.37] Never know your baby boy just might be\n[03:00.97] Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill\n[03:02.73] From the Hill, never ran, never will\n[03:05.40] Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\n[03:09.13] This is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n[03:11.80] B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\n[03:14.52] Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\n[03:17.23] Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\n[03:20.84] Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n[03:24.44] Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\n[03:29.01] We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n[03:30.86] Roll that s***\n[03:32.68] The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\n[03:35.36] Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\n[03:39.09] Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\n[03:40.87] Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n[03:44.45] Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano\n[03:47.18] Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle\n[03:49.84] And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow\n[03:53.42] I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow\n[03:56.12] Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind\n[03:59.78] And I'm moving like my life is on the line\n[04:01.57] For the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip\n[04:06.24] Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind\n[04:09.06] When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\n[04:10.85] You won't need a camera phone to get the picture\n[04:15.34] Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\n[04:17.10] Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister\n[04:19.86] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[04:20.72] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[04:25.57] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[04:29.13] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[04:31.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4:20\n  artist: Method Man/Streetlife/Carlton Fisk\n  album: 4:21... 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Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out\n\n  Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n  Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****\n  That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies\n  Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***\n\n  Real s***, money come first, and even worse\n  You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****\n  So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint\n  D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa\n\n  It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\n  So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n  Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n  Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n  With that robe, got 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have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\n  The rap game won't like me\n  You can tell that a n**** is shiesty\n  If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey\n  Never know your baby boy just might be\n\n  Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill\n  From the Hill, never ran, never will\n  Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\n  This is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n\n  B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\n  Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\n  Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\n  Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n\n  Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\n  We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\n  Roll that s***\n\n  The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\n  Inhale, Cali 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Streetlife, Carlton Fisk","trackName":"4-20 Ft. Streetlife, Carlton Fisk","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"4.21.....The Day After","duration":274.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\nRoll it up, nigga (Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it)\n420 All the time\nIt's the time, been a long time for this, man\nNiggas been sleeping on the kid, man\nEverybody got some sideway shit to say, you know what I'm saying, man?\nYeah, yeah\n\nFast or slow-mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing, call the po-po\nOh niggas is squealing? Oh y'all ain't feeling niggas no mo'\nThe bigger they are, harder they go though\nThe pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimodo, hah\nMy sex ain't homo, seasoned vet, hold the adobo\nGot rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough\nI keep a low pro-file, excuse me as I get smoked out\nPut hands on these niggas then put the roach out\nGo 'head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\nMan, does Tarzan shit in the woods? My shit is hood, bitch\nThat means I'm hood rich, telling you live, straight out the pulpit\nIt's like Merrill Lynch, I'm on that bullshit\nReal spit, money come first, and even worse\nYou need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick\nSo when I blow a smoke cloud in your face\nJust take a hint, dick, you're crowding my space\nIt's Mr. Meth, punk\n\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n\nRoll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\nRoll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\nYo, yo, so on and so on, I float on\nPower to our people, get your smoke on, and I'm so gone off\nThat sour diesel hard to hold on, but hold on\nIt's like I'm Pretty Tony with that robe on\nGot terrorists shook because I'm so bomb\nThe hood put me in position, I'm in the kitchen\nWith that cookbook, the service I'm giving blurs they vision\nNot a good look for you, my nigga, Tical deliver hook or crook\nLots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\nYeah, taking it there, hating who care, y'all stay out my mental\nI got killers waiting in here to get you\nAs I sharpen my pencil, tear apart instrumentals\nFuck it, y'all niggas is pussy, so is the dick that sent you\nRZA, we done it again, toast the occasion\nHere's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay then\nLet's get it popping like it ain't nothing to get it popping\nThe Big and Rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n\nRoll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\nThe rap game won't like me, you can tell that a nigga is sheisty\nIf I die, my second-born'll be like me, sly, dick to your wifey\nNever know, your baby boy just might be quick to rob a cat\nHe's so icey, stay dressed to kill\nFrom the 'Hill, never ran, never will, attitude like, fuck you still\nI see you missing the point, this is not a rap song\nYou get clapped on, bullets break the bone at the joint\nCall you out your name, disrespect your moms, spit on your dame\nGo public and shit on your fame\nYou overlooking the fact, where you from is where we at\nAnd y'all don't want no parts in that, controversy sells\nBut real niggas don't shoot and tell\nWe'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\nRoll that shit, sh\n\nThe in or out of state bicoastal smoker\nInhale Cali piff with a script for glaucoma\nBlack jeans, black Timbs, black Benz Roadster\nSmoke rise out the sun roof when I roll up\nVerrazano with no relation to Gravano\nCarlo, shots of hollows, still cop a bottle and pour some out\nMoment of silence, then I swallow\nI'm still alive and still a son'll come out tomorrow\nShine, shine, shine and grind 'cause there's money on my mind\nAnd I'm moving like my life is on the line\nFor the bullshit, I really got no time\nA full clip really gon' let y'all niggas know what's on my mind\nWhen y'all getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\nYou won't need a camera phone to get the picture\nChalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\nCarlo Verrazano, you can call me Mister\n\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n420 Mean either you roll up or roll out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4-20 Ft. Streetlife, Carlton Fisk\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 4.21.....The Day After\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n  Roll it up, nigga (Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it)\n  420 All the time\n  It's the time, been a long time for this, man\n  Niggas been sleeping on the kid, man\n  Everybody got some sideway shit to say, you know what I'm saying, man?\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Fast or slow-mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing, call the po-po\n  Oh niggas is squealing? Oh y'all ain't feeling niggas no mo'\n  The bigger they are, harder they go though\n  The pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimodo, hah\n  My sex ain't homo, seasoned vet, hold the adobo\n  Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough\n  I keep a low pro-file, excuse me as I get smoked out\n  Put hands on these niggas then put the roach out\n  Go 'head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n  Man, does Tarzan shit in the woods? My shit is hood, bitch\n  That means I'm hood rich, telling you live, straight out the pulpit\n  It's like Merrill Lynch, I'm on that bullshit\n  Real spit, money come first, and even worse\n  You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick\n  So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face\n  Just take a hint, dick, you're crowding my space\n  It's Mr. Meth, punk\n\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n  420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\n  Yo, yo, so on and so on, I float on\n  Power to our people, get your smoke on, and I'm so gone off\n  That sour diesel hard to hold on, but hold on\n  It's like I'm Pretty Tony with that robe on\n  Got terrorists shook because I'm so bomb\n  The hood put me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n  With that cookbook, the service I'm giving blurs they vision\n  Not a good look for you, my nigga, Tical deliver hook or crook\n  Lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\n  Yeah, taking it there, hating who care, y'all stay out my mental\n  I got killers waiting in here to get you\n  As I sharpen my pencil, tear apart instrumentals\n  Fuck it, y'all niggas is pussy, so is the dick that sent you\n  RZA, we done it again, toast the occasion\n  Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay then\n  Let's get it popping like it ain't nothing to get it popping\n  The Big and Rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n  420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\n  The rap game won't like me, you can tell that a nigga is sheisty\n  If I die, my second-born'll be like me, sly, dick to your wifey\n  Never know, your baby boy just might be quick to rob a cat\n  He's so icey, stay dressed to kill\n  From the 'Hill, never ran, never will, attitude like, fuck you still\n  I see you missing the point, this is not a rap song\n  You get clapped on, bullets break the bone at the joint\n  Call you out your name, disrespect your moms, spit on your dame\n  Go public and shit on your fame\n  You overlooking the fact, where you from is where we at\n  And y'all don't want no parts in that, controversy sells\n  But real niggas don't shoot and tell\n  We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\n  Roll that shit, sh\n\n  The in or out of state bicoastal smoker\n  Inhale Cali piff with a script for glaucoma\n  Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz Roadster\n  Smoke rise out the sun roof when I roll up\n  Verrazano with no relation to Gravano\n  Carlo, shots of hollows, still cop a bottle and pour some out\n  Moment of silence, then I swallow\n  I'm still alive and still a son'll come out tomorrow\n  Shine, shine, shine and grind 'cause there's money on my mind\n  And I'm moving like my life is on the line\n  For the bullshit, I really got no time\n  A full clip really gon' let y'all niggas know what's on my mind\n  When y'all getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\n  You won't need a camera phone to get the picture\n  Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\n  Carlo Verrazano, you can call me Mister\n\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n  420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n"},{"id":32055609,"name":"4-20 (Featuring Streetlife & Carlton Fisk)","trackName":"4-20 (Featuring Streetlife & Carlton Fisk)","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"4:21... 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My shit is hood, bitch\nThat means I'm hood rich, telling you live, straight out the pulpit\nIt's like Merrill Lynch, I'm on that bullshit\nReal spit, money come first, and even worse\nYou need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick\nSo when I blow a smoke cloud in your face\nJust take a hint, dick, you're crowding my space\nIt's Mr. Meth, punk\n\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n\nRoll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\nRoll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\nYo, yo, so on and so on, I float on\nPower to our people, get your smoke on, and I'm so gone off\nThat sour diesel hard to hold on, but hold on\nIt's like I'm Pretty Tony with that robe on\nGot terrorists shook because I'm so bomb\nThe hood put me in position, I'm in the kitchen\nWith that cookbook, the service I'm giving blurs they vision\nNot a good look for you, my nigga, Tical deliver hook or crook\nLots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\nYeah, taking it there, hating who care, y'all stay out my mental\nI got killers waiting in here to get you\nAs I sharpen my pencil, tear apart instrumentals\nFuck it, y'all niggas is pussy, so is the dick that sent you\nRZA, we done it again, toast the occasion\nHere's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay then\nLet's get it popping like it ain't nothing to get it popping\nThe Big and Rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n\nRoll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\nThe rap game won't like me, you can tell that a nigga is sheisty\nIf I die, my second-born'll be like me, sly, dick to your wifey\nNever know, your baby boy just might be quick to rob a cat\nHe's so icey, stay dressed to kill\nFrom the 'Hill, never ran, never will, attitude like, fuck you still\nI see you missing the point, this is not a rap song\nYou get clapped on, bullets break the bone at the joint\nCall you out your name, disrespect your moms, spit on your dame\nGo public and shit on your fame\nYou overlooking the fact, where you from is where we at\nAnd y'all don't want no parts in that, controversy sells\nBut real niggas don't shoot and tell\nWe'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\nRoll that shit, sh\n\nThe in or out of state bicoastal smoker\nInhale Cali piff with a script for glaucoma\nBlack jeans, black Timbs, black Benz Roadster\nSmoke rise out the sun roof when I roll up\nVerrazano with no relation to Gravano\nCarlo, shots of hollows, still cop a bottle and pour some out\nMoment of silence, then I swallow\nI'm still alive and still a son'll come out tomorrow\nShine, shine, shine and grind 'cause there's money on my mind\nAnd I'm moving like my life is on the line\nFor the bullshit, I really got no time\nA full clip really gon' let y'all niggas know what's on my mind\nWhen y'all getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\nYou won't need a camera phone to get the picture\nChalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\nCarlo Verrazano, you can call me Mister\n\nIt's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\nNo seeds, California weed, have you choked out\nNo doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n420 Mean either you roll up or roll out","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4-20 (Featuring Streetlife & Carlton Fisk)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 4:21... The Day After\n  duration_ms: 274000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n  Roll it up, nigga (Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it)\n  420 All the time\n  It's the time, been a long time for this, man\n  Niggas been sleeping on the kid, man\n  Everybody got some sideway shit to say, you know what I'm saying, man?\n  Yeah, yeah\n\n  Fast or slow-mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing, call the po-po\n  Oh niggas is squealing? Oh y'all ain't feeling niggas no mo'\n  The bigger they are, harder they go though\n  The pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimodo, hah\n  My sex ain't homo, seasoned vet, hold the adobo\n  Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough\n  I keep a low pro-file, excuse me as I get smoked out\n  Put hands on these niggas then put the roach out\n  Go 'head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n  Man, does Tarzan shit in the woods? My shit is hood, bitch\n  That means I'm hood rich, telling you live, straight out the pulpit\n  It's like Merrill Lynch, I'm on that bullshit\n  Real spit, money come first, and even worse\n  You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick\n  So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face\n  Just take a hint, dick, you're crowding my space\n  It's Mr. Meth, punk\n\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n  420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\n  Yo, yo, so on and so on, I float on\n  Power to our people, get your smoke on, and I'm so gone off\n  That sour diesel hard to hold on, but hold on\n  It's like I'm Pretty Tony with that robe on\n  Got terrorists shook because I'm so bomb\n  The hood put me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n  With that cookbook, the service I'm 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Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out\n\n  Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n  Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****\n  That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies\n  Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***\n\n  Real s***, money come first, and even worse\n  You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****\n  So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint\n  D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa\n\n  It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\n  So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n  Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n  Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n  With that robe, got 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which rims s***** out\n[01:31.06] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[01:33.70] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:38.37] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:39.23] So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n[01:42.86] Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n[01:45.56] Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n[01:48.31] With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb\n[01:51.99] The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n[01:54.63] With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision\n[01:57.32] Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver\n[02:00.17] Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\n[02:03.92] Yeah, taking it there, hating who care\n[02:05.73] Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here\n[02:09.34] To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals\n[02:12.93] Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you\n[02:15.70] 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My shit is hood, bitch\n  That means I'm hood rich, telling you live, straight out the pulpit\n  It's like Merrill Lynch, I'm on that bullshit\n  Real spit, money come first, and even worse\n  You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick\n  So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face\n  Just take a hint, dick, you're crowding my space\n  It's Mr. Meth, punk\n\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n  420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\n  Yo, yo, so on and so on, I float on\n  Power to our people, get your smoke on, and I'm so gone off\n  That sour diesel hard to hold on, but hold on\n  It's like I'm Pretty Tony with that robe on\n  Got terrorists shook because I'm so bomb\n  The hood put me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n  With that cookbook, the service I'm giving blurs they vision\n  Not a good look for you, my nigga, Tical deliver hook or crook\n  Lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\n  Yeah, taking it there, hating who care, y'all stay out my mental\n  I got killers waiting in here to get you\n  As I sharpen my pencil, tear apart instrumentals\n  Fuck it, y'all niggas is pussy, so is the dick that sent you\n  RZA, we done it again, toast the occasion\n  Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay then\n  Let's get it popping like it ain't nothing to get it popping\n  The Big and Rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n  420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n\n  Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it\n\n  The rap game won't like me, you can tell that a nigga is sheisty\n  If I die, my second-born'll be like me, sly, dick to your wifey\n  Never know, your baby boy just might be quick to rob a cat\n  He's so icey, stay dressed to kill\n  From the 'Hill, never ran, never will, attitude like, fuck you still\n  I see you missing the point, this is not a rap song\n  You get clapped on, bullets break the bone at the joint\n  Call you out your name, disrespect your moms, spit on your dame\n  Go public and shit on your fame\n  You overlooking the fact, where you from is where we at\n  And y'all don't want no parts in that, controversy sells\n  But real niggas don't shoot and tell\n  We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\n  Roll that shit, sh\n\n  The in or out of state bicoastal smoker\n  Inhale Cali piff with a script for glaucoma\n  Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz Roadster\n  Smoke rise out the sun roof when I roll up\n  Verrazano with no relation to Gravano\n  Carlo, shots of hollows, still cop a bottle and pour some out\n  Moment of silence, then I swallow\n  I'm still alive and still a son'll come out tomorrow\n  Shine, shine, shine and grind 'cause there's money on my mind\n  And I'm moving like my life is on the line\n  For the bullshit, I really got no time\n  A full clip really gon' let y'all niggas know what's on my mind\n  When y'all getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\n  You won't need a camera phone to get the picture\n  Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\n  Carlo Verrazano, you can call me Mister\n\n  It's 420, roll up, niggas getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California weed, have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, whips rims spoked out\n  420 Mean either you roll up or roll out\n"},{"id":6827085,"name":"4A - 81.0 - 4:20 (Featuring Streetlife & Carlton Fisk)","trackName":"4A - 81.0 - 4:20 (Featuring Streetlife & Carlton Fisk)","artistName":"Method Man","albumName":"4:21... 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Hill, never ran, never will\nAttitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\nThis is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n\nB****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\nDisrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\nGo public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\nWhere you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n\nCaught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\nWe'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\nRoll that s***\n\nThe inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\nInhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\nBlack jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\nSmoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n\nVerrazano, with no relation to Gravano\nCarlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle\nAnd pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow\nI'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow\n\nShine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind\nAnd I'm moving like my life is on the line\nFor the 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Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the adobo\n[00:49.65] Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough\n[00:53.37] I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out\n[00:56.07] Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out\n[00:58.74] Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n[01:00.57] Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****\n[01:04.47] That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies\n[01:06.28] Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***\n[01:10.04] Real s***, money come first, and even worse\n[01:12.73] You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****\n[01:16.38] So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint\n[01:19.07] D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa\n[01:22.02] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[01:24.77] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[01:28.32] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[01:31.06] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[01:33.70] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:38.37] Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n[01:39.23] So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n[01:42.86] Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n[01:45.56] Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n[01:48.31] With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb\n[01:51.99] The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n[01:54.63] With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision\n[01:57.32] Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver\n[02:00.17] Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\n[02:03.92] Yeah, taking it there, hating who care\n[02:05.73] Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here\n[02:09.34] To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals\n[02:12.93] Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you\n[02:15.70] RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion\n[02:18.40] Here's to 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never ran, never will\n[03:05.40] Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\n[03:09.13] This is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n[03:11.80] B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\n[03:14.52] Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\n[03:17.23] Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\n[03:20.84] Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n[03:24.44] Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\n[03:29.01] We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n[03:30.86] Roll that s***\n[03:32.68] The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\n[03:35.36] Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\n[03:39.09] Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\n[03:40.87] Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n[03:44.45] Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano\n[03:47.18] Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle\n[03:49.84] And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow\n[03:53.42] I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow\n[03:56.12] Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind\n[03:59.78] And I'm moving like my life is on the line\n[04:01.57] For the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip\n[04:06.24] Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind\n[04:09.06] When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\n[04:10.85] You won't need a camera phone to get the picture\n[04:15.34] Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\n[04:17.10] Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister\n[04:19.86] It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n[04:20.72] No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n[04:25.57] No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n[04:29.13] 4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n[04:31.88] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 4A - 81.0 - 4:20 (Featuring Streetlife & Carlton Fisk)\n  artist: Method Man\n  album: 4:21... 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197230\n- text: Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\n  start_ms: 197230\n  end_ms: 200840\n- text: Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n  start_ms: 200840\n  end_ms: 204440\n- text: Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\n  start_ms: 204440\n  end_ms: 209010\n- text: We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n  start_ms: 209010\n  end_ms: 210860\n- text: Roll that s***\n  start_ms: 210860\n  end_ms: 212680\n- text: The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\n  start_ms: 212680\n  end_ms: 215360\n- text: Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\n  start_ms: 215360\n  end_ms: 219090\n- text: Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\n  start_ms: 219090\n  end_ms: 220870\n- text: Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n  start_ms: 220870\n  end_ms: 224450\n- text: Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano\n  start_ms: 224450\n  end_ms: 227180\n- text: Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a 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end_ms: 259860\n- text: 'It''s 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out'\n  start_ms: 259860\n  end_ms: 260720\n- text: No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  start_ms: 260720\n  end_ms: 265570\n- text: No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  start_ms: 265570\n  end_ms: 269130\n- text: '4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out'\n  start_ms: 269130\n  end_ms: 271880\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 271880\nplain: |-\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n  Roll, roll, roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\n  Yeah, fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing\n  Call the po-po, oh n***** is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling\n  N***** no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though\n  Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto\n\n  Hah, my sex ain't h*** season vet, hold the adobo\n  Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough\n  I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get s**** out\n  Put hands on these n*****, then put the roach out\n\n  Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good\n  Man, this Tarzan s*** in the woods, my s*** is hood, b****\n  That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies\n  Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***\n\n  Real s***, money come first, and even worse\n  You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth, t****\n  So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint\n  D****, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa\n\n  It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\n  So on and so on, I flow on, power to our people\n  Get your s**** on and I'm so gone, off, that s*** d*****\n  Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney\n  With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb\n\n  The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen\n  With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision\n  Not a good look, told ya my n****, Tical deliver\n  Hook or crook, lots of a**** to kick, wish I had a bigger foot\n\n  Yeah, taking it there, hating who care\n  Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here\n  To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals\n  Fuck it, y'all n***** is p****, so is the d*** that sent you\n\n  RZA, we done it again, Co-D occasion\n  Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then\n  Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping\n  The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten\n\n  It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\n  It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n\n  Roll that s***, light that s***, smoke it\n\n  The rap game won't like me\n  You can tell that a n**** is shiesty\n  If I die, my second born'll be like me, slide d*** to your wifey\n  Never know your baby boy just might be\n\n  Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill\n  From the Hill, never ran, never will\n  Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point\n  This is not a rap song, you get clapped on\n\n  B****** break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name\n  Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame\n  Go public, then, s*** on your fame, you overlooking the fact\n  Where you from, is where we at and y'all don't want no, parts, in that that\n\n  Caught your verse for sale, but real n***** don't shoot and tell\n  We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell\n\n  Roll that s***\n\n  The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker\n  Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma\n  Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster\n  Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up\n\n  Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano\n  Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle\n  And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow\n  I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow\n\n  Shine, shine, shine and grind, 'cause it's money on my mind\n  And I'm moving like my life is on the line\n  For the bulls***, I really got no time, a full clip\n  Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind\n\n  When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up\n  You won't need a camera phone to get the picture\n  Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up\n  Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister\n\n  It's 4: 20, roll up, n**** getting smoked out\n  No seeds, California w*** have you choked out\n  No doubt, roll up, which rims s***** out\n  4: 20 mean you either roll up or roll out\n"}]