作词 : Brad, Doug, Willie
Hey, hit this mother*******
God, hit that *************t, hit that *************
It's 4:20, y'all, we got love
Is this mother******* on?
At night I can't sleep, 
I toss and turn
Chronic sticks in the door
Visions of bongs being burned
D-Loc, just call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker
People puffin' stress ain't living right
But I ain't going out without my pipe
See, every time 
I pull a load, 
I start sweatin'
Smoke starts coming out my nose
There's somebody slaggin' some sacks
But I don't know who it is so 
I'm watching my back
It's a cop and he's deep undercover
When I toke, 
I won't see the mother*******s[Incomprehensible] 
Caddy like our own
A sack of fruit and a bong like my own
Some might say, take a chill, 
DBut ************* that *************t, there's a pig trying to diss me
I popped in the rip of my indo
Every twenty seconds 
I be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps, checkin' my herbs for a branch
I'm staring at my girl on the corner
It's ****** up when my mind's playing tricks on her
My mind's playing tricks on her
I got a big 
Afro, I drive old cars
Ain't nobody roll like me, it's like 
I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow lights
Is it that dude tryin' to steal all my crops?
Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks?
Or is it that one claimin' he had the power
Tryin' to grow herb but it was h'emp pure and flower?
Reach under my seat
Grabbed [Incomprehensible]
Ain't no use to me to lie
They would scare us than a mother*******
Transplant complete and 
I told them all sixty-five days
And that *************t will be done with, ounce nugs just like 
I figured******** cup, 
Kings Blend is the winner
And what I saw, make your head start wrigglin'
Three rip cripplin' stoney senior citizens
I live by the bud, 
I take my clones everywhere 
I goBecause 
I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My mind's playing tricks on me
My mind is playing tricks on me
Day by day, it's more impossible to cope
Daddy-X smokin' off pounds of ****
Can't keep a steady hand because 
I'm nervous
Slanging buds, got a door to door service
Knee deep in the mother******' business
Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness
I got birth about three and a half [Incomprehensible]215 ******' me down in 
OCThe punk claimed that he knew 
Johnny Richter
Something about his 
X girl that he *************ed her
I got phat sounds in my ride
Way too many friends that have died
I got a baby girl to look after
I play the role like a mother******' actor
Big daddy plant seeds in my wife
Plan on being down for life
Got the baddest ************* in the whole city
With two fat big brown, big ass *******
And they're the types 
I be suckin' on
D-Loc, come and pack up my zong
My mother******g sacks' getting lonely
My mind's playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
This year 420 fell on a weekend
Kottonmouth 
Kings is trick or treating
Robbin' little kids for sacks[Incomprehensible] got behind our ass
Broke the ************* out and said late
Skate to my house sucker sittin' down by my gate
We were in for a session no doubt
Reached in my pocket, you know what 
I pulled out
The G13 then the zong was delivered
But this battle just called for something bigger
A bong about six or seven feet
A specialty piece, 
I envisioned in my sleep
Pulled out the triple beam on 'em
Dropping them mother******' 
G's on 'em
The more I smoke ,the more high 
I grewThen he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then I felt just like a fiend
The *************t was brown, man, it wasn't even green
I was high as ************* in the street
And to top it all off 
I broke my zong on the concrete
Goddamn, homie, my mind is playing tricks on me
My mind's playing tricks on me
My mind's playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me
I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me