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Jim Jones – 4-20 (feat. Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y) Lyrics
[Intro: Jim Jones] 420, right? This our holidaySmoke with me, think about it [Verse 1: Jim Jones] It’s 420 nigga, light it up
This a celebration, put your lighters up
Roll another one before the flight is up
I smoke in public, so police gon’ have to write us up
I got some loose ends I need to tighten up
I need this money so the feds can lose sight of us
It be heavy on my soul, I’m tryna lighten up
I watched bullets hit niggas like when lightning struck
I seen the game and had to wife her up
All night pumpin’ the white, riskin’ my life for what?
My young boys pourin’ that lean with that Sprite in cups
And when you got a bond, you know the price go up
I was takin’ bombs on the China bus
Now every time I hit Miami, you know we Prada’d up
These rap niggas, they be actin’ sorta kinda tough
Until I pop around, knock ’em down, line ’em up
Shit it don’t tick when we wind-’em up [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] My day consists of rolling up big buds
Fuckin’ on a bitch before she get in the tub
Fall in the bank before I fall in love
I need a favor, I can call it up
We rock jerseys with our names cause we ballin’
Made a fortune, smell like kush on the planes we boardin’
Was irrelevant but came imported
Rollin’ up with our main courses
Lamborghinis, Porsches, anything with horses
You pull up and see the gate, of course that’s where I live
Puppies everywhere
Gettin’ my nails manicured, Tracy twistin’ my hair
Workin’ on the next shit, I want the fans to hear
A million plus I volunteer, lost my dog, shed a tear
You never know when the end is near
You better off without niggas in your business
Go on my own missions, do my own dishes
Don’t send niggas out, I bag my own bitches
And get ’em home with us
Multiple things they wanna do alone with us
Some of ’em drink, some just wanna get stoned with us [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet
Gonna roll with the dips, come and roll with the set
We as real as it gets, you ain’t one of us yet [Verse 3: Curren$y] I ain’t been in this bitch since they stole Nip
First journey that I lit, first bars I spit
Was dedicated to a Crenshaw legend
That’s church, like you heard it from the reverend
Rollin’ up my next one, stock rag-top ’57 Bel Air
Wristwear, presidential, bezzel drippin’ elegance
Niggas hella rich, flow heaven-sent
Frequently places you busters never been
How many of your cars paddle-shift?
Lil’ boy, I done bought cars that I haven’t seen in person yet
This is the life of a New Orleans jet
Get higher than you ever get
Off the weed you could never buy, with a bitch that you could never try
All in her like dinner, wash it down
A boss in town, real clubs toss me pounds
Bunch of niggas that you scared of, throwing money around
Eastside, all times
