Kottonmouth Kings is a rap rock group which formed in Placentia, California… Read Full Bio ↴Kottonmouth Kings is a rap rock group which formed in Placentia, California, United States in 1994. The group consists of Daddy X, Lou Dog, D-Loc, Johnny Richter, DJ Bobby B, Taxman and The Dirtball. The group has released twelve albums since their formation, the most recent being "Sunrise Sessions", released on July 19, 2011.
420
Kottonmouth Kings Lyrics
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Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
First I hit the sweet leaf, 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 sand 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-heroes 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, nowhere 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, acidheads 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
Chromic
D-Loc said it, so don't you 4get it
It's 4-4-2-0 and I blow endow.
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin' pounds" These anti-heroes 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"
We got all types" at 4-2-0
We talkin' pounds
Roll that shit up
Pass it around
So pack it tight
Turn up these sounds
This is your right, so live it now (now, now)
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
Four-five-six-double dash it's D
I'm always drinkin' beer and I'm always smoking weed
Hanging in the streets, just doing my thing
Puttin' it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings
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 addicts
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 so?
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin' pounds" These anti-heroes 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"
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
These anti-heroes 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"
At 4-2-0
First I hit the sweet leaf, 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 sand 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-heroes 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, nowhere 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, acidheads 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
Chromic
D-Loc said it, so don't you 4get it
It's 4-4-2-0 and I blow endow.
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin' pounds" These anti-heroes 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"
We got all types" at 4-2-0
We talkin' pounds
Roll that shit up
Pass it around
So pack it tight
Turn up these sounds
This is your right, so live it now (now, now)
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
Four-five-six-double dash it's D
I'm always drinkin' beer and I'm always smoking weed
Hanging in the streets, just doing my thing
Puttin' it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings
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 addicts
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 so?
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin' pounds" These anti-heroes 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"
"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
These anti-heroes 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"
At 4-2-0
Kottonmouth Kings' song "420" is a tribute to marijuana culture and the lifestyle of those who enjoy smoking it. The lyrics describe the singer's two states of mind, stoned and asleep, and how he wakes up to "wake and bake." The song includes references to hotboxing, smoking out, and having a good time with friends while smoking.
The song also touches on the idea of the Kottonmouth Kings (and other marijuana smokers) as anti-heroes, doing their own thing and living their lives on their own terms. The singer mentions various types of people, from beer drinkers to heroin addicts, but asserts that everyone in the scene knows that the Kottonmouth Kings "blow the most dosha."
Overall, the song celebrates the joy and community that can come with smoking marijuana, while rejecting societal norms and expectations. It is a catchy, energetic song that is sure to resonate with anyone who enjoys smoking weed.
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@jwegg513
Here I am all these years later, 26 years old with kids now, still pulling this song up on 4/20. Some things never change. Makes me feel 15 again.
@CorrectionsYourTrash
Lmao man this hit home. Takes me back Forsure.
@danielreilly3896
U would be 16 actually
@tylerlane9319
@daniel reilly why are u like this
@WuvPain
im 22, still a loser. makes me feel 12 again
@adamchupa5884
This still be a bangers to smokes on 38 and always blowing louds Strong's to my Boyz for life kotto mouth for life's till I dies they will Barry me with my pipes in my hands
@A_A_Ron001
Happy 420 everyone 36 yrs old and this still gets me just like it did when the album dropped, Rip Saint & Pak
@teatimekev8631
I hear what you say
@A_A_Ron001
@teatime kev sucks everything fell apart, it was quite a few issues I believe. What's odd is I'm the only one out of my group from that era that A) didn't lose their fundamental beliefs about marijuana. B)Still grows and smokes and is in great health. C) I seem to be the only one that had a game plan and stuck to it, and thrived. I wish you the best my dude, enjoy this life my friend.
@Thelayzeexdawgg
Smoke weed everyday plus magic truffles on deck.