4:20 (Feat. Streetlife
Method Man Lyrics


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[Intro: RZA (Method Man)]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (4:20, y'all, it's time, it's time)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (it's been a long time for this man
Niggaz been sleeping on the kid, man, everybody got some sideway shit to say)
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (Carlo! Know what I'm saying, man? Yeah)

[Method Man]
Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Call the po-po, oh niggaz is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
Niggaz no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Good pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimoto
Hah, my sex ain't homo, 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 smoked out
Put hands on these niggaz, then put the roach out
Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Man, this Tarzan shit in the woods, my shit is hood, bitch
That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit
Real spit, money come first, and even worse
You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick
So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa

[Chorus: Carlton Fisk]
It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
No seeds, California weed have you choked out
No doubt, roll up, which rims spoked out
4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out

[RZA]
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it

[Method Man]
So on and so on, I flow on
Power to our people, get your smoke on
And I'm so gone, off, that sour diesel
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 nigga, Tical deliver
Hook or crook, lots of asses 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 niggaz is pussy, so is the dick that sent you
RZA, we done it again, Co-D occassion
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

[Chorus 2X]

[Streetlife]
The rap game won't like me
You can tell that a nigga is shiesty
If I die, my second born'll be like me
Slide dick 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
Bullets break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame
Go public, then, shit 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 niggaz don't shoot & tell
We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell

[Carlton Fisk]
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, cuz it's money on my mind
And I'm moving like my life is on the line
For the bullshit, I really got no time, a full clip
Really gon' let ya niggaz 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





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "4:20" by Method Man featuring Streetlife was released in 2006 and is an ode to marijuana culture. The song starts with an intro by RZA, encouraging the listener to roll, light and smoke up. Method Man then starts with his verse, boasting about his skills and how he's been able to make money from rap. He also hints at his love for weed. Carlton Fisk does the chorus which tells the listener to either roll up or roll out, followed by RZA encouraging the listener to smoke up. The song's second verse is by Streetlife with him boasting about his quickness to rob and hurt others, bragging about his attitude to life while also touching upon the harsh realities of life in the ghettos.


The song’s lyrics revolve around marijuana culture, with many references to smoking weed. However, the song also highlights life on the streets and the harsh realities of gangster life. The line "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" talks about the power and reputation of gangsters who have a hold on the ghetto life. The song also touched upon the risks involved in gangster life, violence, and crime with Streetlife’s verse. Both Method Man and Streetlife's verses show the harsh reality of ghetto life, with many references to violence, sex, and drugs.


Line by Line Meaning

Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
Let's get high by rolling, lighting, and smoking marijuana


Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
Method Man has made a lot of money in the rap game


Call the po-po, oh niggaz is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
People are calling the police because they are snitching on Method Man


Niggaz no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
Big rappers are trying too hard to be tough


Good pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimoto
Having sex with a good woman makes Method Man feel like he has a hunchback


Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
Other rappers are struggling financially


I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get smoked out
Method Man keeps a low profile but enjoys smoking marijuana


Put hands on these niggaz, then put the roach out
Method Man will fight other rappers and then finish smoking his marijuana


Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
Method Man challenges other rappers to fight him and ask if his music is good


That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
Method Man may appear rich but he is still lying to his fans


Real spit, money come first, and even worse
Method Man prioritizes money above all else, even to his own detriment


You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick
Method Man is very wealthy


So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
If Method Man blows marijuana smoke in someone's face, they should know to back off


It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
It is time to smoke marijuana at 4:20


No seeds, California weed have you choked out
California marijuana is very strong and can make you cough


4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out
If you're not going to smoke marijuana, leave


Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
Let's smoke marijuana


Power to our people, get your smoke on
We should smoke marijuana to feel empowered


And I'm so gone, off, that sour diesel
RZA is very high from smoking strong marijuana


Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
It's difficult to hold on to reality when you're high, but RZA is managing to do so like Tony Stark (Pretty Toney)


With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb
RZA feels like a bomb wearing a robe that makes people nervous


The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen
RZA's background growing up in a poor neighborhood helped him become a successful rapper


With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
RZA's album is so good that people can easily see its value


Not a good look, told ya my nigga, Tical deliver
RZA's friend Tical is delivering bad news


Lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot
RZA wants to punish more people than he can physically handle


The rap game won't like me
Streetlife's music style is not popular in the rap game


You can tell that a nigga is shiesty
People can see that Streetlife is untrustworthy


If I die, my second born'll be like me
Streetlife's son is likely to resemble him


Slide dick to your wifey
Streetlife will have sex with another rapper's wife


Never know your baby boy just might be
Streetlife might father another rapper's child


Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
Streetlife is good at stealing and always looks good


The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker
Carlton Fisk smokes marijuana on both the East and West coasts


Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
Carlton Fisk smokes strong Californian marijuana to relieve glaucoma symptoms


Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
Carlton Fisk dresses in all black and drives a black convertible Benz


Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up
Smoke from marijuana rises out of the sunroof of Fisk's car when he arrives


Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
Fisk is named after the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge but is not related to mobster Salvatore Gravano


Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
Fisk drinks champagne even though he has been shot before


And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
Fisk pours some champagne out for those who have died and then drinks the rest


I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow
Fisk is still alive and optimistic about the future


Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
Fisk has dangerous thoughts and emotions inside that he doesn't want other people to know about


When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
If someone crosses Fisk, he will use weapons against them


You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
Fisk's threats are very clear and do not require documentation


Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
If Fisk follows through on his threats, someone will end up dead and zipped up in a body bag


Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister
Fisk identifies as Carlo Verrazano and expects respect




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