[ti:4:20 (Feat. Streetlife & Carlt]
[ar:Method Man]
[al:4:21... The Day After]

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[00:06.05]Album:Album:4:21... The Day After
[00:07.58]Method Man-4:20
[00:10.76](feat. Carlton Fisk, RZA, Streetlife)
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[00:12.60]Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (roll it up niggaz)
[00:17.81]Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (4:20, y'all, it's time, it's time)
[00:24.32]Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (it's been a long time for this man
[00:29.22]Niggaz been sleeping on the kid, man, everybody got some sideway shit to say)
[00:31.91]Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it (Carlo! Know what I'm saying, man? Yeah)
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[00:35.67]Fast or slow mo, oh no, Meth done made a killing
[00:38.40]Call the po-po, oh niggaz is squealing, oh, y'all ain't feeling
[00:41.28]Niggaz no more, the bigger they are, harder they go though
[00:44.25]Good pussy put a hump in my back like Quasimoto
[00:47.31]Hah, my sex ain't homo, season vet, hold the adobo
[00:51.01]Got rappers on that low carb diet, y'all can't get no dough
[00:54.10]I keep a low pro, file, excuse me as I get smoked out
[00:57.11]Put hands on these niggaz, then put the roach out
[00:59.39]Go head, I'm wishing you would, ask if it's good
[01:02.14]Man, this Tarzan shit in the woods, my shit is hood, bitch
[01:05.42]That means I'm hood rich, telling you lies
[01:07.79]Straight out the pull-pit, it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bullshit
[01:11.06]Real spit, money come first, and even worse
[01:13.79]You need all your toes & fingers to count up what I'm worth, trick
[01:17.19]So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face, just take a hint
[01:20.40]Dick, you crowding my space, it's Mr. Meth, pa
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[04:21.03][02:28.88][01:23.25][02:40.05]It's 4:20, roll up, nigga getting smo-ked out
[04:23.65][02:43.23][02:31.21][01:25.98]No seeds, California weed have you choked out
[04:26.53][02:45.93][02:34.03][01:28.83]No doubt, roll up, which rims spoked out
[04:29.41][02:48.91][02:36.97][01:31.84]4:20 mean you either roll up or roll out
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[01:35.04]Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
[01:38.05]Roll that shit, light that shit, smoke it
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[01:40.96]So on and so on, I flow on
[01:42.14]Power to our people, get your smoke on
[01:44.23]And I'm so gone, off, that sour diesel
[01:46.63]Hard to hold on, but hold on, it's like I'm Pretty Toney
[01:49.36]With that robe, got terrorist shook, because I'm so bomb
[01:52.42]The hood, put, me in position, I'm in the kitchen
[01:55.27]With that cook book, the service I'm giving, birds they vision
[01:58.13]Not a good look, told ya my nigga, Tical deliver
[02:01.04]Hook or crook, lots of asses to kick, wish I had a bigger foot
[02:04.76]Yeah, taking it there, hating who care
[02:07.04]Y'all stay out my mental, I got killas waiting in here
[02:09.98]To get you, as I sharpen my pencils, tear apart instrumentals
[02:13.26]Fuck it, y'all niggaz is pussy, so is the dick that sent you
[02:16.25]RZA, we done it again, Co-D occassion
[02:19.17]Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt, okay, then
[02:22.29]Let's get it popping, like it ain't nothing to get it popping
[02:25.11]The big and rotten's the city, too good to be forgotten
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[02:51.59]The rap game won't like me
[02:52.50]You can tell that a nigga is shiesty
[02:54.63]If I die, my second born'll be like me
[02:56.61]Slide dick to your wifey
[02:58.35]Never know your baby boy just might be
[03:00.31]Quick to rob a jack, he's so icey, stay dressed to kill
[03:03.31]From the Hill, never ran, never will
[03:06.22]Attitude, like, fuck you still, I see you missing the point
[03:09.70]This is not a rap song, you get clapped on
[03:12.52]Bullets break the bone, like the joint, call you out your name
[03:15.43]Disrespect ya moms, spit on your dame
[03:18.01]Go public, then, shit on your fame, you overlooking the fact
[03:21.41]Where you from, is where we at
[03:23.78]And y'all don't want no, parts, in that that
[03:26.60]Caught your verse for sale, but real niggaz don't shoot & tell
[03:29.84]We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell
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[03:33.46]The inner outer state, bi-coastal smoker
[03:35.80]Inhale, Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
[03:38.71]Black jeans, black Timbs, black Benz roaster
[03:41.93]Smoke rise, out the sun roof when I roll up
[03:44.66]Verrazano, with no relation to Gravano
[03:47.69]Carlo, shots are hollow, still cop a bottle
[03:50.69]And pour some out, moment of silence, then I swallow
[03:53.81]I'm still alive, and still the sun'll come out tomorrow
[03:56.48]Shine shine shine, and grind, cuz it's money on my mind
[04:00.35]And I'm moving like my life is on the line
[04:02.60]For the bullshit, I really got no time, a full clip
[04:05.76]Really gon' let ya niggaz know what's on my mind
[04:08.46]When ya getting out of line, have them choppers lit up
[04:11.43]You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
[04:14.31]Chalk down, tape around, body bag zipped up
[04:17.44]Carlo Verrazano, you can call me mister
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