4/20 Jim Jones (Ft. Curren$y & Wiz Khalifa)
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[Intro: Jim Jones]
420, right? This our holiday
(Heatmakerz)
Smoke with me, think about it
(Crack music)
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
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)
420, right? This our holiday
(Heatmakerz)
Smoke with me, think about it
(Crack music)
[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
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)
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