4:20 Chords by Method Man

[Intro]

[Chorus]
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■ Roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it
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Roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it
                                         F       
Roll roll roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it
          F                            
Roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it
                                          F        
Yeah fast or slow mo oh no Meth done made a killing


[Verse]
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Call the popo oh n***** is squealing oh y'all ain't feeling
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N***** no more the bigger they are harder they go though
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Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto
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Hah my sex ain't h*** season vet hold the adobo
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Got rappers on that low carb diet y'all can't get no dough
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I keep a low pro file excuse me as I get s**** out
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Put hands on these n***** then put the roach out
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Go head I'm wishing you would ask if it's good
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Man this Tarzan s*** in the woods my s*** is hood b****
                                     Fm  
That means I'm hood rich telling you lies
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Straight out the pullpit it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls***
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Real s*** money come first and even worse
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You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth t****
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So when I blow a smoke cloud in your face just take a hint
          Fm                               
D**** you crowding my space it's Mr Meth pa
                       Fm                         
It's four: twenty roll up n**** getting smoked out


[Chorus]
                              Fm            
No seeds California w*** have you choked out
F7                     Gb7            
No doubt roll up which rims s***** out


[Verse]
             Gb7                                
Four: twenty mean you either roll up or roll out
                               Gb7     
Roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it
                               Gb7     
Roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it
          Gb7                                
So on and so on I flow on power to our people
                  Gb7                                 
Get your s**** on and I'm so gone off that s*** d*****
                                          Gb7         
Hard to hold on but hold on it's like I'm Pretty Toney
                                           Gb7        
With that robe got terrorist shook because I'm so bomb
                                   Gb7        
The hood put me in position I'm in the kitchen
                                                      Gb7   
With that cook book the service I'm giving birds they vision
                                       Fm     
Not a good look told ya my n**** Tical deliver
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Or crook lots of a**** to kick wish I had a bigger foot
                                Fm  
Yeah taking it there hating who care
                                                 Fm  
Y'all stay out my mental I got killas waiting in here
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To get you as I sharpen my pencils tear apart instrumentals
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Fuck it y'all n***** is p**** so is the d*** that sent you
                         Fm      
Rza we done it again CoD occasion
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Here's to short skirts and Ol' Dirt McGirt okay then
                                              F7            
Let's get it popping like it ain't nothing to get it popping
                                          F7          
The big and rotten's the city too good to be forgotten
                                        F7        
It's four: twenty roll up n**** getting smoked out
                                  F7        
No seeds California w*** have you choked out


[Chorus]
                       F7             
No doubt roll up which rims s***** out
                                     F7         
Four: twenty mean you either roll up or roll out
                                        F7        
It's four: twenty roll up n**** getting smoked out
                                         F7 
No seeds California w*** have you choked out
              F7                      
No doubt roll up which rims s***** out
                                  F7            
Four: twenty mean you either roll up or roll out


[Verse]
F7                                     
Roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it
F7                        
The rap game won't like me
                  F7                
You can tell that a n**** is shiesty
                                            F7                
If I die my second born'll be like me slide d*** to your wifey
                              F7      
Never know your baby boy just might be
                                      F7             
Quick to rob a jack he's so icey stay dressed to kill
                              F7  
From the Hill never ran never will
                                       F7               
Attitude like fuck you still I see you missing the point
                           F7            
This is not a rap song you get clapped on
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B****** break the bone like the joint call you out your name
                                Fm  
Disrespect ya moms spit on your dame
                                     Fm                  
Go public then s*** on your fame you overlooking the fact
                           Fm                                           
Where you from is where we at and y'all don't want no parts in that that
            Fm                                                 
Caught your verse for sale but real n***** don't shoot and tell
            Fm                             
We'd rather do the time and rot in the cell
          Fm  
Roll that s***
                                Fm    
The inner outer state bicoastal smoker
                                 Fm      
Inhale Cali piff with a swift of glaucoma
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Black jeans black Timbs black Benz roaster
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Smoke rise out the sun roof when I roll up
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Verrazano with no relation to Gravano
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Carlo shots are hollow still cop a bottle
                                           Fm     
And pour some out moment of silence then I swallow
                                              Fm      
I'm still alive and still the sun'll come out tomorrow
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Shine shine shine and grind 'cause it's money on my mind
                                  Fm      
And I'm moving like my life is on the line
                                        Fm       
For the bulls*** I really got no time a full clip
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Really gon' let ya n***** know what's on my mind
                                               Fm    
When ya getting out of line have them choppers lit up
                                         Fm     
You won't need a camera phone to get the picture
                                Fm       
Chalk down tape around body bag zipped up
                                Fm    
Carlo Verrazano you can call me mister


[Chorus]
                                Fm                
It's four: twenty roll up n**** getting smoked out
                              F7            
No seeds California w*** have you choked out
                       F7             
No doubt roll up which rims s***** out
                                     F7         
four: twenty mean you either roll up or roll out


[End]