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Ripin sound from a pipe
Welcome to the Hidden Stash Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Door opens, says " Ok Ok " ,and closes {they say some stuff that I cant here here} Bong bubblin What do u think Bong bubblin Welcome to the hidden Stash Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Canabus THC Bong Bubbling You wernt exspecting it Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Bong Bubbling Door shuts Bong Bubbling Welcome to the Hidden Stash Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa You wernt exspecting it Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Should be played in High volume Preferably in a Residental area Babopio is Babopio is do about this time Bong hit sound on the Bud burning |
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Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer But it didn't long for things things to fall apart Because the system that he bought aint got no heart From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes The American dream was a pack of lies 6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner There's no cash back cause there was no receipt Man suburban life aint done a dime for me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Gave in a little deeper to the third degree More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived America! What? Land of the green Now you got problems I got mine too There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs, On every street No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be? White minority! Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now broken homes inside every house Neighbors yellin', can't work it out I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights ooh what a feeling ooh what a life Now you cant turn back the hands of time So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine He's Bobby B, king of the crops Deep dark purse, phat drop tops Philly blunt placed behind his ear, Two turn tables and a Heineken beer And this is just and everyday thing Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dog Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes What ever we could get we was gonna take Just like the pirates of the Caribbean Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein' Ha ha ha we got it like that Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems Fuck the system |
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are ya living to live
are you living to die are you living a tale are you living a lie you got one life to life are you living it right you've got one life to live who wants to ride everyday i do it my way live my life the way i dont care what they say dying daze ridin till my dyin daze im sick of watchin birds spill im sick of chasin dollar bills im sick of systems tryin to seal my fate i'd rather taste the sunshine with some endo i wanna climb waterfalls all day i wanna open sky with my psychedelic eye i wanna ride around the world today and if i never make it home i know my soul is gonna roam im gonna ride until my dying day ridin till my dyin daze i've been all around the world from the east to the west japan to LA i said damn take a breath livin life fast put the rest in the past till my dyin daze i'll go ridin to the last and until my dying days i'm living life to the fullest, staring at the rip cord wondering when i should pull it, thinkin i wanna stop but know i gotta go faster, gonna go till i'm broke then throw me out to pasture alright johnny richter ? get the picture knowin damn well how we flip these scriptures the beats gonna hit ya, ya feel that vibe its a dance hall funk with the punk rock rhyme so get down to pit cause its gonna explode, circle gonna blow from the first distant go, whether hittin 5th wide or chargin 12 step gaps, thats it when you commit cause theres no turning back. ridin till my dyin daze im sick of watchin blood spill im sick of chasin dollar bills im sick of systems tryin to seal my fate i'd rather taste the sunshine with some i wanna climb waterfalls all day i wanna open sky with my psychedelic eye i wanna ride around the world today and if i never make it home i know my soul is gonna roam im gonna ride until my dying day ridin till my dyin daze last chance gotta chose a path, either hit the brakes or give a fist full of gas, give a last push on hope your pegs on tight, cause loose screws won't do in the middle of flight. naw get it right doc you know loc loc rocked it every time i spit you know it sits in the pocket we the hot topic like dub for sale dloc and johnny richter got it wrapped in the mail we was sent first class signed sealed and inked overnight express with all the free drinks, what'd you really think didn't know bout the team, you know you wish you would've known we rolled 15 deep Johnny Richter, Daddy X, Big Pak, and Loc Dog Boy, Bobby B and Lou Dog's fro on the road doin shows with Munchyz clothes and everybody knows that i spit these flows |
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| 3:35 |
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Y2KMK, why not y'all
Suburban Noize Records with that 2000 sound (??) Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by That's what happens when you get high Head's always cloudy, words is lies Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I. Daydreamin' fazes, life elevated Chillin' in the back of the bus getting faded I blaze all hell with my dogs all day Feelin' the rage with the blunt on stage Too many knuckle heads fuckin' with my business Soakin' up my 'fluence can I get a witness Seven days deep in a smoked out haze D-Loc rolled the T, Daddy X is in a daze Smoke don't fight it, I watch your eyes Surrounded by abuse and our boy is getting high Presidential lies, keep on wondering why We got the sound that you can't deny Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by That's what happens when you get high Head's always cloudy, words is lies Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I. Lost in the world of distrust and greed, there's no time to blink, So we plant our seeds, got no time to think Always do what's real, speak what we feel, and pass the bill You know, shit still ain't changed, Richter got game Need to try and contain from the truth and refrain If you don't know I'ma let it be known, I be in the penetration zone That's some whole other shit, and I hold my own D-Loc's the kinda kid with the bomb homegrown Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by That's what happens when you get high Head's always cloudy, words is lies Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I. What a long strange trip it's been Sippin' life from a 40 ounce bottle of sin Daydreamin' fazes walls caving in What a long strange trip it's been Life goes fast, like a blunt it don't last Like flash to the past on the porch outside Thinkin' of old times, sittin' around gettin' high Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by Anything you got we gonna put it to the test Any strain, it's all the same Call me the deep cess profess, In the (??) high as fuck, amazing blacklights (??) D-Loc and Johnny Richter straight BSO! Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by That's what happens when you get high Head's always cloudy, words is lies Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I. |
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(Intro):
Creep, creep, I'm on the creep The creep for the kind bud O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack All I learn, I'll head for burn BSO's got my back Right on, right on brother, blaze on You better rip that shit, rip it It's that 1605 shit, real hunnington beats Backyard fucking, garage style (Chorus): Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the fifteens while they're hitting in my trunk Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck (Verse) Saint Dog: Well I'm that kid that the bitches talk about Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing) Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play You hear humble gods from a mile away All the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping D-Loc is mumbling, (I got a little something) Well he passed me a hornet and I took a sip Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip Came to halt at an intersection Turned up the music at my discretion D-Loc in the back said what do I see A jeep full of freaks just staring at me D-Loc was right, they were in a range rover Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over They got out the car and stepped to my side I said, hello ladies let's take a ride I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man Daddy X is the one that's driving the van So climb on in and don't be shy We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly Once again I said it, my name's ST It's just another day of a P-T-B Come on, come on (Chorus)x2 Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride (Verse) Saint Dog: I was living my life on a nine to five Up early in the morning trying to survive Chump change, it's a shame, with no education No inspiration, no destination, But now my occupation is to do what I like Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic Because if I don't rock it, then another sucker will And if you don't jock it, then I can't pay the bills Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage Said Saint, represent for the underage Same damn year, my face is up and raised Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge D-Loc: No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze T-T-T-twicking a twine all day Come on, come on (Chorus)x3 D-Loc's on the mic, rip rip shit up (Verse) D-Loc: It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee) Plant you in the ground, let you drift like a daisy That shit's in my system makes my life kind of hazy My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum It's about time to compute your math Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph See I've tripped before, but never like this Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss I wont fake the funk, when I'm smoking on a skunk That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk And like Micky Mantle, I can switch my stance I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced My flows are silky soft, like I'm writing them in lotion And I'm a lyricist, that's poetry in motion To each town, to each house, I cause mass commmotion ?????? take it all for my potion Farewell to all and to all goodnight I'm leaving these ??? out all night Wait wait wait you said ??? that shit will suck you up Get off the ??? and rock the bump Come on (Chorus)x1 Biotch! |
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Wasted away
trapped in their maze gotta get out My punk rock's dirty my hip hop's clean one side has rust the other triple beam one side is crazy phat the other's pissed and mean half of me's got problems the other lives a dream well im bi polar im confused split personality i dont know which to chose one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor count me out a thousand times i still come back for more we barely just began but already your done get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it's time for you to dash where you gonna go when it's time to dash grab your sack don't forget your cash life moves fast gotta chose your path live while you live cuz it might be your last watch your back it might be over sometimes i feel bi polar i get confused i dont know where to go so i stop.. slow the tempo I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse with crooked views at first I questioned and these unpaid dues confuse me not no second guessin session veterans never lose grab your pipe cuz you look confused rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues life's a bitch we win or lose how many people don't got a clue dont got a clue gotta figure it out Kottonmouth Kings will put it in your mouth eeh haw don't feed the donkeys me and my honkeys smoke that sonkey yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye got nothin got nothing to say the system is full of sharks the water's not that deep a bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve their poisoning my weed i think im gonna bleed and now im gonna jump well im bi polar im confused split personality i dont know which to chose one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor count me out a thousand times i still come back for more suburbs surprise open you eyes and get a grip on your scene realize your life's alive and not a fairytale dream most comfortable with slow flow shows how I like my things and never pass a packed bowl unless you know there's some green like whoa burning to the floor im feelin faded give me some more drank a beer and rolled a spliff i do what i do you suck my dick if you dont like it i dont give a fuck i just took a shit and i just threw up blow it out your butt and out my throat i choke and slow the tempo going going gone just put it out of the park another win for home team just put the bite with our bark just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark you'll never get your bowl burnin if you don't got the spark pick it back up cuz you might get piped slow your roll put your shoes on tight too much smokin you might get done im done nothin no one one side throw up the other side full of love how many live today got nothing but a big phat blunt UR-done got nothin got nothing to say got nothin Ur-done |
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So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they
come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last My gas tank's to the top, with a freshly picked crop New album 'bout to drop, met a girl I like a lot Things is on the up and up, like they never gonna stop Eatin meat that's butcher cut, drinkin sake at Hibach No rocks on the wrist, I ain't into those things Silver plugs in my ears, the only things I bling Maybe a big fat ring, but you won't see no jewels I don't need a diamond link to make these ladies druel I just play it cool, maybe throw them a wink Yannow, buy em a drink, ask them What do they think? About exchanging the digits, that's just how I'm livin Cause sex could be bought, but love is only given So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last I used to stay high now I am zoned out C had a shaved head yes I did now its grown out looks kinda fresh when its blown out C broke as a joke ask loc moneys C loaned out C lived with my folks had a spout got thrown out grew fat buds at the spot till they cloned out C used to have a job part time but I hate work caught smokin joints in the back with the front clerk C boss man walked in fired me took my work shirt left me bare chested high as fuck punchin clockwork walkin down the street unemployed how'd I go wrong back to takin rip after rip from my glass bong damn. So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last I'm consistently on one my middle name done I'm still spun from lasts nights vodka and rum I popped a biscuit got with a hotty ever hunny in the party Had a bangin body The beer kept callin me The buscuy started to roll I'm rollin but I'm under control And if I get out of control you betta slow me down E and my homie chucky chuck gett'en up like circus clowns Chucky styles and the D-Loc I'm stoned to the bone eaten K.F.C We back home from the party up w Hollywood Hills We was popping some pills and all the alcohol was reel Drunks throwing up flicken cigarette butt's people fightin In the streets thinking their tough You know what we was on the balcony Laughlin Smoken buds flicken beer bottles while people were dancing So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last |
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No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our
hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle Watch out, back up, cause this is the fast lane I got a lead foot, heavy boots, and 3 hoots on my brain Ride looks like its on fire, but you know my engine's clean I'm just smoking the tires, racing off every green Step up, Step up, If you got a little somethin' But your rev better be louder then my system that is bumpin' Don't come round me talkin shit if you're not built to the brim Cause now you gonna get whipped, I never lose, I always win Where you at, right here, and there's plenty more comin' See when the Kings' is in the house, everybody comes runnin' Meetin in the parking lot, to smoke pot before the shows Hookin up with all the ladies, takin home all the ho's We having fun, Fuck Yeah, Will it stop, Fuck No I'd still be tokin', blowin' endo even if I was broke Ain't that right D-Loc (hell mothafuckin' yeah!) Fuck a fist or middle finger, throw your horns in the air. No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle Fuck everybody if you said I couldn' rap Your kickin fiction and I'm kickin facts And it's like that You aint nothing but a fag Let m e write it on my pad Just to get you mad Now Day's it's seems like everybody on edge walkin over pit's of fire on a skinny ledge I'm going full bored fallin till f fall out Graduated High School But a college drop out that don't mean shit because this not turning back. I got my bong my buds and my baseball bat ready for what eva at any time would eva You gotta have that mental or this shit o'l get you no where Got be cleava and put it all together Remember that sayin I float like a feather come on dog how could you think that you got it twisted do the math. No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle |
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We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation
You swept them under the rug cuz we was Caucasian Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation We don't give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station Kottonmouth Kings serves the underground nation oh no I'm back in the scene still same car same zip code didn't move too far same old friends same old story drink throw up then puke and rally same old pets I still got Ed quit smokin bogues now i get head instead same old bed but i got new sheets cause the ass i hit now yo you wouldn't believe still smokin pot still dodgin cops two things in my life that are never gonna stop still drivin high bust the same ol tricks 50-50 on the lip kick flip off the hit same ol jokes pop the same size tokes still hit the river in the same dope boats still no coke but smoke an ounce a day and any jay in the rotation is done Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Forever circulating on a quest to be free God damn i got some worn out shit The same old pants and the dirty ass lid My worn out socks and my worn out shoes Still got the same ol sweaters that i never even use I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house It's all fuckin faded cuz i always pass out My bike still rolls you know the BK's a ripper My skate's gettin old but i got some new stickers ?? the faders leeking over broke another bong and lost a big nug of ganja ?? just got burned by some candles i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass and the pressure from the faucet for the the water dont blast im gonna lose it my shits goin south on me I"m done damn i need some money Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Same ol X same punk rock veins Same bounced checks just sign different names Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains Same dirty thought, I'm a dick for brains Same ol story same ol routine same nympho same old butt feind same ol player same old ass ways same ol number back from my club days Same ol Same ol we got some new shit I just bought a truck and i got a new crib well you got a new crib i just purchased a pound I'm bout to chop it all up and slang it around my town well i'ma need about 4 to drop my price to the ground whoa it ain't as serious as it sounds whoa to the people that have laid the foundation Bob Marley, Cypress Hill, 2-Short, and Total Devistation |
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Some people like to lick it
Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it. Some like to think with a drink their hand It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend what's your trip? I need another lick, I need another lick what's your trip? I need another lick, I need another lick As I flow let the shit seep deep into your ear drums Alien fly ass rhymes as you hear them Peep this sound it's from the darkest side of the planet A little tab of paper and I'll walk the planet It's about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead The walls get wavy and melt like gravy I ask myself is there something here to save me? Oh, oh, oh shit what the fuck have I done? A little tab of paper that I put on my tongue. Now the demons are coming from above and beyond and they're stabbing at my face with their brains every bones I ask myself is it worth it to lick? I guess I'm undecided So fool what's your trip? I need another rip, I need another rip What's your trip? I need another rip, I need another rip Some people like to lick it Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand It all depends on that ends that you're willing to spend Do I lick or do I sip? None of the above cause I just take rips From a pipe, sometimes a bong with some smoke Cause it feels damn good when it lingers in my lungs I'm a ganja man, I like a J in my hand At all times burning so my high never lands I'ma get you soooo high, that's what 'I'm sayin When it comes to smokin, man I'm never playin Just steady blazin, its amazin how I'm hazin They never perpetrate and with the highs I'm elevating And always skating when I get a board When I bust an ollie off my ear falls a joint And then I pick it up, and then I spark it up And then I smoke it to the head until I'm lifted up No I cant deny Chinese eyed until the day that I die I take rips, so bitch what's your trip? I need another sip, I need another sip What's your trip? I need another sip, I need another sip What's your trip? Some people like to lick it, Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend You wanna know my trip? We wanna know your trip You wanna take a lick? You wanna take a lick you wanna take a rip of my trip heres a sin Sip (sip) of some gin now give me your tip. On point, I need a joint when I'm drinkin Yes I'm seekin for a 40 to get my buzz peakin Now I'm leakin all over my self? What you wanna do, get another bottle of booze? You should have eaten some food Instead of drinkin on an empty stomach Just don't talk cause my buzz is gettin kinda chronic Bionic, here comes another stage, Well this is why I say not to drink while you rage Head spins, what the fucks goin on? Head spins, you need to stick to your bong Well no face first, X clenching on the dirt slang My head starts spinning I'm about to fall in to the earth My mouth starts to water, X says "Puke it out" Fuck that shit, man that ain't what I'm about My eye starts to tear, but that puke i would fear Pass the malt liquor, gimme another beer Yo yeah man that's my mother fuckin dog SAINT DOG Some people like to lick it, Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand, It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend. |
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What are we supposed to be like them what are we supposed to do??
I gonna live my life. They way I like And the way I really want to I'm gonna always stick my trick no matter how many tries I gonna go out being remembered But I'm to young to die Sub-Noize rat's always up to no good Were misunderstood no one thought that we could Everyday a holiday skaten in the street Runnnin from the police the never let up be We got, kids' in the suberb kids in the city The neighbors all hate us because they think we dress filfy Livin in the fast lane I'm livin for the moment My times running out and I don't think I could stop it. Livin' in the gutter wakin up in the streets They treat us like shit Like we have a disease I don't want to be like them go shoppin at the malls I wanna smoke my weed Skate all day And drink beers in my yard. |
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It's time to smoke
Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit Talking shit, ain't worth a lick You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof Blow the roof off like an atom bomb D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix shit if it ain't broke We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes, Motherfuckers Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin' Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin' I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag, It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop, DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot Take from us, better not Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??) D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat (??) down my throat, took off my coat Was it wet? It was soaked Out smoke you? Not really, nope Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke Brain transformed, like I was on the dose Provoke, no coke, I never done roak You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast On the coast to coast, deep in the post Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope (I see that I might have underestimated him You have obviously underestimated my power) Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze |
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Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk Sick and tired, the things they say Sick and tired, where's my J? Sick and tired, same old song Sick and tired, where's my bong? Sick and tired, anarchy! Spies are all around me, Spies in every county Spies, my head's are bounty Snipers in the air The neighborhood watch is after us. The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus The neighborhood watch is what they say, But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another... Generation X is the title they use When I skate down MacKenzie Avenue. Everybody that I see is lookin at me like a vandal Maybe cause I'm (wheelin?) in some Dickies and some sandals Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood The old folks always sayin that we ain't no good Talkin to my pops about my music Sayin we should keep it down and not abuse it Man, I don't sweat those old ass bastards. I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered They work all day long, they seem so bored I think their ass should reside in the county morgue They're postin up signs, man I think they should chill Talkin if I don't call the cops then my neighbor will Cause from city to city it's all the same. The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang Sick and tired the way they walk, Sick and tired the way they talk Sick and tired the things they say, sick and tired. Where's my J? Sick and tired, same old song, sick and tired where's my bong? Sick and tired, anarchy! Spies are all around me, Spies in every county Spies, my head's are bounty Snipers in the air The neighborhood watch is after us. The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus The neighborhood watch is what they say, But when I think they're walkin towards me, I light another... Every night when the street lights came on We used to gather round, take rips from that bong. Cause John Wayne Country, republican block A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops. Cook and clean, the life of slave Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Jenny Craig It's not in my control, when we were in school Wanna see us livin life like the golden rule Peepin out the window, folks always looking Minding my business when they should be cooking Bored is how their life must be, Wait till there's a real crime on our street That's when, yeah they'll all run and hide Leaving Kottonmouth behind to take the neighborhood pride When the criminals are lying dead in the streets Kottonmouth's returning all the stolen TVs Yeah but that's all right, it's all good Now you know who's watchin this neighborhood Cause from city to city it's all the same The neighborhood watch is a bitch ass gang Sick and tired, the way they walk Sick and tired, the way they talk Sick and tired, the things they say Sick and tired, where's my J? Sick and tired, same old song Sick and tired, where's my bong? Sick and tired, anarchy! Spies are all around me, Spies in every county Spies, my head's are bounty Snipers in the air The neighborhood watch is after us. The neighborhood watch don't likeRichter's bus. The neighborhood watch is what they say, But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another... |
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another day gone...
sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue snapped it through and my lungs start to hurt hold it in long enough it'll put your dick in the dirt and people go bizerk tryin' to get their hands on it most commonly heard phraze is, "Richter's got the chronic" so i'm on it, matter of fact i'm on the top can't nobody fuck with me or the Killa Kali crops like reebox yo i'm un stoppable and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able so what you grow all i want to know is what seed what system you using you got the lights you need you got a masters degree from the weed ivy leagues or you a cop without a clue just lookin for a lead life rolls on its passin by your eyes real fast another 24 another day is passed half of those said we'd never last hey loc i think its time to grow again fuck it if you're gonna grow you better come pick up your bucket alright im comin through ay yo grab some mountain dew (what) a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews i cruise through in the blue too with the basetubes i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin bus we'll erupt on that blunts but turn that shit to dust dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and Chong Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of ganj writtin songs playin pong we was young we don't belong stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin it on but now we're both standing strong 2000 and beyond to dawns at ? used to fight to get along that was way back then and this is right now we're on a mission to get it smoke and bone the hell out life rolls on its passin by your eyes real fast another 24 another day is passed half of those said we'd never last there's 420 ways to blaze use one it tastes great when you smokin out the vape mind haze sit back it'll put you in a trance grab your sack relax and throw your cap up on the hat rack throw your feet up recline just chill we just smoked a eighth of the mother fuckin Kill for real hold it in now we goin on a ride the bud inside aint nothing to fuck with some santa cruz that we got at john's crib the crip that you never find around the reason you can't find it in your city or your town because it sits in my bedroom in piles and mounds we got pounds and pounds that the world dont know about if i sold it yo they'd all be in the clouds smoke em out without a doubt yo its not for the money its all for the head and gettin stoned with my homies |
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| 19. |
| 4:34 |
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A lonely teenage daydream of things I just might be
A surreal kind of thinking keeps on drifting in on me My twisted body is lifeless, not so their twisted minds Peace through power their motto, power for peace their crime Product of our environment Maybe one day they will legalize weed In the year 2Gs the planet could be deceased We plead to the fleas while we're beggin' on our knees In our hometown Cali with bears and green trees Birds and the bees, hot sand on the beach Shells in the sea and I'm living in peace Like a dog on a leash, locked up with no keys I gotta smoke under cover, motherfuck the police Yeah, see the magic hand pull a rabbit from a hat The law's an illusion, as simple as that Putting us in jail, funding it with our tax I can see the wires in the levitating act I can hear the lies and they're calling them facts I can see the bars and they're lookin off track I read between the lines but the lines are all cracked I can feel the knife turning in my back How would life be if the world smoked weed? Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed See, it's hell, living in a cell Legalize the plant only time will tell You are a sacred being of light Projected into reality for a purpose Demand the right to your moment In this holographic gift with no rules, no borders Except for those who you choose to accept and live by Abolish government There's nothing to it Forget about God He's no innocent We live by a system Of perfect goals People vs. people who are bored and old Life must rest on the man who represents Looking for nothing in this Campus with just friends President the name President the label The highest man on the government table America, land of the free Free to the power of the people in uniform How would life be if the world smoked weed? Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed See, it's hell, living in a cell Legalize the plant only time will tell Society, fuck it, I've had enough The system's full of crooks, straight up corrupt You look like a decoy, bobbing like a duck And your money keeps 'em smokin' on a BC Bluff You're caught up in the headlights of my V-Dub bus TSOL and the Kings about to even things up Your birds will take all the air out the sky Bring em down to our level, you can run, can't hide Product of our environment A lonely teenage daydream of things I just might be A surreal kind of thinking keeps on drifting in on me My twisted body is lifeless, not so their twisted minds Peace through power their motto, power for peace their crime The government keeps tight control over the population While the schools teach the kids restricted education Murder, rape, sex, and underage prostitution They got the war on pot, they got the wrong solution I wake and I bake, nowhere to escape Livin' life in a tank, they invade my space Betrayed full of hate while they're shootin all blanks Society's lost in a paranoid state It's the illusion of ownership, it's take what you can get The banks are the loan sharks and everyone's in debt And if you get ahead how quickly you forget You're hanging from a burning rope without a safety net They tax you when you sell, they tax you when you buy They take half when you live, then they take half when you die These are the lies that they are stating as facts I can see the wires of the levitating act How would life be if the world smoked weed? Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed See, it's hell, living in a cell Legalize the plant only time will tell I'm glad that I can read, I'm glad that I can write I read their fuckin bullshit every single night When off in my head went a little fuckin light It told me what was wrong and it told me what was right World bank-power and control, issuing the money and they're dolin' out the roles Charging what they want to with the money they control Living in their nightmare, giving them your soul |
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My mission: the commission of the dishin' out for facts
'cause when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks So get back to the basics and face it. The American dream ain't what it seems With lies they've laced it. Can't you taste it? See they baste it in an imitation butter. We've ate it and realized its not nature to mother Generic like no other, man, fuck big brotha! The Kottonmouth King klick. Are you blind or somethin'? Are you blind to the facts? You think that this system, That this society, sees any other color other than green? Well it's all slave-driven. The illusion of ownership in America Property is theft, that's how we livin' The bong tokin' alcoholics Gettin' bent every night is the thing we do Wakin' up every day in the afternoon. I crawl out the bed on the way to the shower Gotta hurry up I got a date in an hour. Call my boy X on the shower phone. "What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone By the way I got the freaks on point Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata." I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla. D-loc picked up said "What's up balla?" Just droppin' a dime and time about this party There'll be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties I'll call Bobby let him know the plan, And we'll bounce through in the nitrate van. We'll take a road trip, 40-sip on the way Oh yeah X commin' through with some freaks from the Bay Bong tokin' alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it, The bong tokin' alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack Legalize it! The bong tokin' alcoholics (repeat) We drank up a fifth and sparked a bowl Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' real low. I reach into the back and pull out the 64, I took it to the head like a motherfuckin' pro Yo, that drink got me on tilt, Ya better sit down 'cause you about to spill Now we approach up on the corner of the house party I'm down, I'm told? Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew Tasted kinda freaked, Saint your ass is through Break out the beer bong man, I want to get faded 'cause drinkin' out the bottle is just so overrated, We got the 22, we're fillin' up on Mickeys Now what's up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies Well boost up the bass, go easy on the treble And let 'em all know that we some psycho rebels With our pants saggin', skates in our hand With our pants saggin', skates in our hand With our pants saggin', skates in our hand Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn Bong tokin' alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it The bong tokin' alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack Legalize it! The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics I got the blunts and I got the beer Daddy X hits skins in the rear view mirror We walked up to the spot, the keg's our destination 'cause runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation I went to get a beer, felt a finger in my back "Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat But no time to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as hell He was standin' on the table and he started to yell, "All the freaks up in the party, move around and shake your body And if you're down with the boys of P-Town Lemme see somebody get naughty. Is the west coast in the house? Then pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!" Well get naughty they did and these girls start to strip, Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to trip I said "You talk shit, punk? Let's step outside" He put his fists up, I put em on his eye He got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the dome, I busted out the ? and took his girlie home Bong tokin' alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it, The bong tokin' alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack Legalize it! The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics |
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We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin
Yeah I'ma waste away my life cause I really don't care Jump every bump in my truck, all tires in the air Accepting every dare, leap off a cliff, fuck yeah And if you wanna get em up, I hope you're commin prepared Cause I ain't backin down from shit, I'm a pit in a dog fight Ear's snipped, smellin blood, and my jaws is clamp tight Around your neck, I'm bout to wreck shop, fuck you and your pops And if the cops get involved, then they gonna get dropped Stay the fuck out of my business, just leave me alone I live my life how I want, when I want, I'm full grown And I'm gettin fed up with all these rules and regulations Sixty-five on the highway, nope I'd rather be racinSo fuck the population, fuck the laws they creatin I feel it's an invasion to get arrested for blazinI feel it's time to give up, start livin how I want Cause in the blink of an eye, you're whole life could be gone We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin- Your probably gonna miss us when were dead and were gone- We don't see yesterday tomorrows in our vision we take it to the limit and we keep movin onPushin Limits I goin all out until my dyin day I don't care the police give a fuck what they say I'm stayin blazed everyday all day Doin my thing braken Law's I don't a bay Theirs no turning back And their not gonna stop me I stay stealth like armed robberies When you play the game You gotta be prepared You can't be afraid You can't be scared To throw your fist in they air And gett'em up on sight Size don't matter It's the facted that you fight You get respected on top or the bottom Even if you get knocked out Or your clocken Get the hell on Stay out my matha fuckin face I'm down for my shit D-Loc don't play I got one thing to say Weather you like it or not I do what I do. We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin- Your probably gonna miss us when were dead and were gone- We don't see yesterday tomorrows in our vision we take it to the limit and we keep movin onPushin Limits I wanna get faded tonight lit with my crew blitzed stoned and puke eat me some shrooms spit on a cop tell him fuck you get my dick sucked fuck on the roof blow all my cash and just do what I do We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin- Your probably gonna miss us when were dead and were gone- We don't see yesterday tomorrows in our vision we take it to the limit and we keep movin onPushin Limits |
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| 2:42 |
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I take hits, Pull it through the Chamber,
I hold it in, My lungs are in Danger, It tastes good, I can't deny the Flavor, But to the buds, We ain't no Stranger, Check the chamber it's hella Cloudy, I smoke flavor don't ever Doubt me, Humbolt County to Southern Cali, Pass the mic Johnny Richter bout to Rally, First time busted as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from Music Plus was the place of the scene, I didn't know what happened so I peeped in the window, I seen Richter sittin' with a bunch of po-po's, Yo ???? system wonder how the fuck they found me, No back-seat on my way to the county, Now what's Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride? Shit's gettin' deep, it's fuckin' with my high, Threw my bike in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame, ??????????? number, and they fuckin' with my brain, Just two blocks to go as I skate to the bud hut, My boy's locked up, I'm like what the fuck?! I said don't worry Loc I got the money buried stashed, And I'm, always in a hurry He can be here fast, In a flash like jack I jump from the bud hut, To Richter's bus with the engine stuffed, We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Three days later Richter's out on leave, You know D-Loc picked me up with some bomb ass weed, Indeed we stay high, Red-eyed feel the vibes, Beehives in the back, Plenty honey for the phillies, Head to Bobby B's where the purple lookin' pretty, I'm sittin' shot gun hot boxin' through the city, I'm feelin' shitty, nitty witty got me greedy, It's a pity, I'm feelin' fine to incline, Elevation of the herb is elevation of your mind, Well rewind, damn that's a dope ass track, Well then turn that shit up, hold up let me get my sack, Hey yo where's the glass, speed up we're gettin' passed, I stepped on the gas hold the wheel, I dropped my smoke, well goddammit Loc, It's burnin' a hole, and my tire bout to blow, I see a UFO, your kidding me, Noooooo! We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, This bud's the bomb knock you dead out your socks, Put your shwag back in the bag and pretend that we forgot, From the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock, Seasons don't matter cuz our bud come in flocks, Load up the zong I'm about to pack a few rounds, I looked at D-Loc and I gave him a pound, You got no time for stress and no chronic in the pipe, Classic hits glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, inspected it right, Took some hits then passed, D-Loc fell on his ass, You fuckin' with the rolo, reverse to last, Permission don't stop when we're searching for the green, Because the green is the cream and the cream make ya gleam, You all up in our scene tryin' to pack us your shwag, While smokin' on the chronic that you wished you had, I pass to X Dad in the marijuana lab, We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, |
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| 24. |
| 2:48 |
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I'ma get you So High...
I'ma get you So High... I'ma get you So High... I'ma get you So High... Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Back up off me, I need rooms to puff It's Saint Dog, and I can't get enough Rough. I smoke, so I like it goin' down We're all getting lifted cuz I just stole a pound Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin' But Fuck that shit, I'm hittin till my mind's jellin' And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's To play some pool and max with a couple friends Grabbed a sack, it's off to a local park Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark Windows up so the bug's gettin' fishbowled And if you're in you can't escape the indo Oh shit, it's gettin' deep into my mind I took seven hits off that bud called kind Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin' Here I go again, man, I'm mind boggling I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Here I go reminiscing about the weekend Takin' time to remember where my shit has been Dinner to dancing, fly girl romancing Ballin' with the homies, smoking buds and relaxin' High fashion, is how I was smoking Fuck the schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin' Spliff to my lips as I tilt my head back Lookin like a mack cuz I'm down to blaze a sack I said (Inhale, exhale), Kottonmouth hit so I said, "that's swell" Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz's set in I need some fresh air because I'm high off that in Walked towards the door but I didn't get far High kicked in, I took a seat at the bar As I look into the sky and the air starts smoggin' Here I go again kid, I'm mind boggling I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley, Stay high and be so damn smiley, For then I won't worry about tomorrow, Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow. Here I go getting deep into my mind again Thinking bout good times, smoking kind again By myself so you say... (Man your hooked on Chronic!) Am I a stoner or a loner Man I can't call, In this cell-lock realm that I'm livin' in (????) I got family members fiending from the cocaine And loved ones locked up in prison That's why I'm bailin', yellin', "Man fuck the system!" All the pressures of this life get me frustrated So I reach for the bong so I can get faded I blaze a bowl hope it takes me to another level To escape the pain and all my life's trouble Close my eyes, and pray take the pain away Ask the Lord should I live to see another day Rob Harris died, I guess that's one of life's little tests Jason Thirsk took a bullet straight to the fucking chest Monique Delgado my first real true love Died at 23, now she's waiting for me up above I grabbed a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin' Here I go again motherfucker my mind's boggling! I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley, Stay high and be so damn smiley, For then I won't worry about tomorrow, Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow. I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, Mind bogglin'... |
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| 3:07 |
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Now why you gotta cramp my style
you keep fuckin with my high and im about to get wild now why you gotta harrass the pot leaders harrass the people at expired parkin meters why you gotta pull me over as if i was that dude in the stolen Nova now why you gotta badge on your chest stay gun on your hip and that bullet proof vest now why you gotta act like you save your people you front that you care just so we can feel equal now why you gotta read me my rights would you read em to your wife fuck no jesus christ now why you gotta hand cuff me tight in the middle of the night treat me like a murder type now why you gotta gotta gotta nuttin gotta get outta my face bitch i know you like dunkins tell me why you wanna fuck with me just because im a Kottonmouth King i got no time for negativity so tell me why it;s always you against me to the men women and children that are catchin the feelin, of what i'm dealin' what is delt is felt helpin to melt, the laws that bother like some flowin liquefying lava, we quickly makin it hotter listen up and try to follow, now why you gotta pull me over in my van, give a ticket for a gram end up costin bout a grand, and why you gotta slow the fuck out of your roll, i know i'm not speedin i'm in cruise control, so now you gotta find another reason why, you can start flashin your lights start to violate my rights, i know your out there let me say your not alone, pigs bustin in your home guns drawn to your dome, why do you gotta have a chip on your shoulder, past all field test i said i was sober, i thought i told ya don't try to pull this on me, i know between procedure and police brutality, so tell me why do you insult me and claim stupidity, why you think your smarter cause your GED, I get high and fly I dont' drink and drive, and you fuckin with my flight so I gotta ask why tell me why you wanna fuck with me just because im a Kottonmouth King i got no time for negativity so tell me why it;s always you against me now everytime i turn the corner cop is all up in my business always tryin to plant shit, let me get a witness its gettin serious and funny to me another day another ticket takin money from me now they tried to pull us over cuz we bangin the bus the fish, johnny richter myself and the judge who can you trust when the world's corrupt its not that crooked ass cop that put my ass in the cuffs now why the hell he always stressin out my people they said protect and serve yet they never treat us equal all around the nation people striving to be equal another uprising they dont wanna see the sequel why you think you dont need no inviation to rustle through my house its a fucked up situation tearing up my pad searching for the cultivation justify the action through your racist legislation don't think i can't remember ever slippin in some shit, winding up behind some bars with purple rings around my wrists, havin to wait 10 hours just to take a fuckin piss, when your name is just a number as a person you don't exist, when you realize that no one really gives a fuck when you finally realize when you start to get back up, to many people i know for bullshit have got locked up, to many times i asked why so now i gotta say what |
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Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow what if you were livin yours instead of hatin mine findin truth and spreadin love and searchin deep inside ?see me glidin swiftly to that place I need to be that home grown irie zone harvesting my seeds I?m gonna live my life from day to night with no hesitation Make the best of every situation that I find myself placed in Decidin right from wrong, choosing my final destination Cause when it?s said and done, it?s just yourself that you are facin? Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow Say Say Say good-bye to tomorrow Wash your sorrow Live and learn Listen up and follow Do what you so let me rock it I be dammed if you think you gonna stop it Popo it drop it D-Loc get up on it Don?t you think your sink cause you can?t call it I be the one that balled you up in college Killa cross just brake you down Kottonmouth Kings on the radio now Make you think when you see my face D-Loc with style and grace I wanna touch the sky unleash control wanna feel time travel real thru my soul wanna ride real high wanna lay real low independent free thought control my zone my zones full blown like a plant full grown transform myself thru this microphone ?Hold up ?change that tone Johnny Richter come thru with your barritone It?s time to open up your eyes and catch sight Cause you could wake up in the morning, and not make it to the night Take advantage of your life, you only get one try You gonna be satisfied today if tonight you died? Well I?m not that guy, I keep my blood runnin? You say you?ve had enough, and I say keep it comin Now you?re bummed because you?re done and you?re left all alone Should?ve known livin blown you?d end up like a clone WHAATTTT! Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow It?s not a place on any map it?s Kaya meditation that home grown herbal zone peaceful medication at peace no understandin no condition but love at peace all accepting to the sky above Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow |
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