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Текст (слова) песни- 4:20 - Mr. Shadow f Maddness Текст (слова) песни: Mr. Shadow f Maddness - 4:20
Get High, Get High Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed Get High, Get High Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed [Mr. Shadow] I feelin Irry come and try me You can look all around but you can`t find me With my shadow right behind me, blowin it up Every where that I go Gs givin me love Smoke a dub in a blunt cause it ain`t no thing How can you be a playa if you got no game, put you to shame Around here we maintain, if you wanna sport platinum and roll wit some wood grey If you can`t hang, then stop botherin Bitch my kind of weed will have you fallin and slobberin Me and Maddness, smokin I ain`t jokin Come in the studio and peep the bong that I`m holdin Rollin in a V12, you can`t blame me and Big Jess for lovin wealth Oh hell, I`m bout to mix it With canibuseteva straight fuckin me up [Chorus] It`s about 4:20, got plenty weed Stayin high as can be, fuckin wit the T-H-C You know me, bomb weed smokin til I D-I-E [Maddness] it`s Maddness with a bomb tweet alert It`s 4:20 on the clock, Shadow`s on the glock So you know we bomb smokin, Chron Don blowin Rich Line stolen, we residental rollin Shadow got the bomb after twistin, I`m the Don High off the bomb bay, Madness representin the Chron smokers 909 way 619 days and nights, got my eyes tight Surely stack and don`t hate Madness down wit Shadow from a thug`s place My versatility a different page and different state Street light stays green and I`m thinkin trees A roll a J, call Fingaz it`s time to spit heat It`s 4:20 on the clock, blunt`s lit so I feel top notch Cheif rollin til my life stops, bomb smokin just the same Shadow, Maddness mad blaze [Chorus] [Mr. Shadow] Ah shit, me and Maddness Stay hella high, man take a little X Never stress on you twenty bag slangers And I never sell yay to a stranger, danger danger Fuckin wit a fool you don`t know, specially comin from D-I-E-G-O So Cal, peep out my Vocal [Why] In America`s finest we gettin loked out Get High, Get High, Get High, Get High Smoke, Smoke, Smoke that weed [Chorus]
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