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

4:20-4-2

♪

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