4: 20

Pack a bowl and light it up for thee
And pack another one for me
My red small eyes, dem close up tight
I hit the floor but I feel alright
I don't care what the people say
Telling me not to get high
cause it ain't my own prediction
Ask your doctor for prescription
Maui wowie, hash and dope
Ah that's the only thing we smoke
4:20-4-2
The government cries out for prohibition
But for me it's no sensation
If it's legalized it won't cost less
So dontcha stress
Just kick it back, yo
And never ever stress
Marijuana, pot and grass
Don't tell me, I am no mess
cause I don't take no crack, no speed
I'm going off with my killer weed
You politicians wanna get voted,
Instead of, I would get loaded on
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4:20 that is my number
4:20 I am going low down under
4:20 that is my code
4:20 let's fucking hit the road