4:20 Chords by Method Man
- Key: Db
- BPM: 81
- Capo: no capo
TEMPO FORTE
VIOLAO
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VIOLAO -
UKULELE
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PIANO
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MANDOLIN
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BANJO
4:20 ACORDES
[Intro] [Chorus] F ■ Roll that s*** light that s*** smoke it F 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] F Call the popo oh n***** is squealing oh y'all ain't feeling F N***** no more the bigger they are harder they go though F Good p**** put a hump in my back like Quasimoto F Hah my sex ain't h*** season vet hold the adobo F Got rappers on that low carb diet y'all can't get no dough Fm I keep a low pro file excuse me as I get s**** out Fm Put hands on these n***** then put the roach out Fm Go head I'm wishing you would ask if it's good Fm Man this Tarzan s*** in the woods my s*** is hood b**** Fm That means I'm hood rich telling you lies Fm Straight out the pullpit it's like Merrill Lynch I'm on that bulls*** Fm Real s*** money come first and even worse Fm You need all your toes and fingers to count up what I'm worth t**** Fm 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 Fm 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 Fm To get you as I sharpen my pencils tear apart instrumentals Fm Fuck it y'all n***** is p**** so is the d*** that sent you Fm Rza we done it again CoD occasion Fm 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 F7 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 Fm Black jeans black Timbs black Benz roaster Fm Smoke rise out the sun roof when I roll up Fm Verrazano with no relation to Gravano Fm 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 Fm 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 Fm 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]
