Kottonmouth Kings

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

D-Loc:
We gettin smoke out fo real!

Daddy X (Chorus):
OOooh Skunk One's in the chamber
It's the mind re-arranger
Its the make a friend a stranger
Spin me changer
Me record changer

Daddy X:
Ooh, Ah, Achika
Pakelika's sparked the blunt in the back of the car
We rollin 5 deep to the neighborhood bar
Cars fishbowled now, we didn't get far
See red lights flash, cops know who we are
repetition built, superstar bud smokers
Cops is hittin quotas for pullin us over
Once again, let the routine kick in
Stash in the dash let the games begin
Piggy waddles over with that shit-eatin grin
But I'm, cool as hurk I ain't scared of him
Infact, I laugh, cause Pak's still smoking
Cop came up fast, tapped the glass, but it's broken
Grabbed the handle quick and the door flies open
Smoke bursts out
"WHAT ARE YOU GUYS SMOKING?"
"Skunk 1 is what we tokin!"

Daddy X (Chorus) x2:
OOooh Skunk One's in the chamber (Skunk One Skunk One)
It's the mind re-arranger (Skunk One Skunk One)
Its the make a friend a stranger
Spin me changer
Me record changer

(D-Loc! D-Loc!)

D-Loc:
Gotta get some weed I was running out quick
I had a couple of rips left a little that was it
My sack was getting low, had a little bit a dough
Need to go see my bro so I can get some more
Straight indica purple that I got from 33rd
Gave me couple a pills and a DragonWorks shirt
Got a new bong, packed it up and hit it
"You like it D-Loc?"
I said "Yeah I'm with it"
Then I went to the store, grabbed a pack of blunts
Went back to my house and I rolled em up
Sat on my couch, drinkin beer, I got stoned
Called this bitch on the phone that I really wanna bone
Now I'm all blown and I'm staring at the ceiling
The fans going 'round and 'round I'm just 'illin
Smoked so much izzies' that it got me chillin
Ya'll know the name (D-Loc!) Ya'll know the feelin (D-Loc!)

Daddy X (Chorus) x2:
OOooh Skunk One's in the chamber (Skunk One Skunk One)
It's the mind re-arranger (Skunk One Skunk One)
Its the make a friend a stranger
Spin me changer
Me record changer

Johnny Richter:
I need a drink quick someones in danger
10 footer fulla skunk 1 in the chamber
Now let me explain exactly whats about to happen
Theres gonna be yackin, there probably be passin out
Were packin nothin but the Pepe Le Pew
S-K-U-N-K F-U (FUCK YOU!)
So if you got the misconception, that we smokin the stress then
You should get a lesson like a bitch with a fuck
This ain't amateur hour, this is the bong show
If you didn't bring the weed then you gots to go
So if you got 8 ounces, come on down lets contest it
Your the next guest to test the best of any sessions
Richter, D-Loc, B Dubb and Big P, Daddy X and Lou so you ain't winnin see
I don't slang at shows never deal with strangers
But I always got a little skunk 1 for the chamber

Daddy X (Chorus) x2:
OOooh Skunk One's in the chamber (Skunk One Skunk One)
It's the mind re-arranger (Skunk One Skunk One)
Its the make a friend a stranger
Spin me changer
Me record changer

Daddy X:
Ooh, Ah, Achika
and we're in the kings zone now smoked out on the real
Ooh, Ah, Achika
Blueberry, Kings Blend, Strawberry Fields
Ooh, Ah, Achika
and we're in the kings zone now smoked out on the real
Ooh, Ah, Achika
Take another hit tell me how does it feel?

D-Loc:
We gettin smoked out fo real!

All:
Michael Jackson is gay!

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

Kottonmouth Kings don't stand for a gang
Kottonmouth Kings just let the nuts hang
Everyday thing how we hang, how we hang
Kottonmouth Kings just do their own thing

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can play on, play on

Now I woke up this morning and I thought about Hoss
Smoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawers
Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants hang
Beanie on my head just to cover up my lump
The night before got in a fight just cause I was drunk
Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong
Took a rip held it in then I coughed up a lung
Burn some incense so I can cover up the smell
An everyday thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper

Now the stereo is on and the CD was bumpin'
Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin'
Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by river jetties
56th Street so you know there'll be some betties
Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destination
Party time baby, its a nightly occupation
Stepped out the pad, walked in the player's den
On the way mail a letter to my brother in the pen
There's a smile on your face from my smooth dub style
See you later alligator, after a while crocodile

Now a new day dawned, lets get things started
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and farted
Dip my blue jeans in some bleach and starches
Mobbin' OC we need the golden arches
D-Loc where you at?
Saint's hung over and he started to yack
Kicked out of Mickey D's cuz we don't know how to act
Lets call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack
Now tonight's the night like DJ Quik
At least 3 parties that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were gonna start some shit
Riot time baby-Kottonmouth Klick
Punk rock music homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and Social D
No Doubt, Agent Orange now the PTB
The last generation of the dynasty
Now the skates in the sack lets hit the ditch
Broke up with my girlie cause the ho was a bitch
Still that boy that be puttin' it down
Representin' OC, P-Town

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can play on play on

Brought the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little noisy but inside its all good
Got two 15's underneath the hood
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd.
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', tainted hard
Dodgin' and weavin' down suburban streets
Till this one house wife started bitchin' at me
So I pulled the bug over and I revved it up
First gear lit em up, then I backed it up
Over the curb, told her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, boned out on that ass
Back on the mission to score a sack
77 boned out passed the Cadillac
Heard a horn honk it was full of freaks
Ladies on my tip cause I'm so unique
Turn the bass high and I tilted my lid
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid
And you know I'm doin' shit that you wish you did
Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I slid
Stopped at the school jumped on my skate
4 freaks showed up, one I use to date
They broke out the blunt and they got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so long

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can play
So we can play on, play on

(We don't let them know?) that we smoke out everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi day
Bring a fat sack so the homies can blaze
So we can blaze on, blaze on

Didi dodi didi dodi day
Didi dodi didi dodi day
Play on Blaze on
Blaze on Play on
Play on Blaze on
Blaze on Play on

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

Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's clean.

When I drink booze put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe outta foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil.
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil.
Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin thin aint got a dime to spend!
Big Hoss is in the pen, yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend.
Judicial system got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant.
I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence
Shit, every other night I'm getting hella bent.
I roll my skate to relate to this society, society
No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too!"
No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, bong broke
I guess that's why they call me crazy D-Loc.

Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.

When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil
Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil.
Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil
Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil.
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!"
Buds lookin slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken!"
My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend?

Placentia City got me witty on this way of life.
I (ride?) a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my knife
There's a zone in my dome called the twilight
I'm down for my crown each and every night
Well I keep my tolerance, stay inside my flow
Make ya say 'damn bro I got to go to a show'
Life aint what it seems, it aint a dream and I aint playing.
But I'm Saint Vicious and Daddy X is saying

Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.

Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal
Government lies yo they make my water boil.
R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil.
Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal.

No money for the skate no change for the tax
Went surfin with no keefe but forgot the sex wax.
Have a purple friend to help ya to relax.
A one foot glass called the paramax.
Now afternoon to you is my morning
I wake up hit the roach and then I'm snoring
Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT's
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin'
I pertains an ill congested vibe
Makes ladies strive for my bozak
Addicted like prozac. You know that I track em like Lojak.
I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak.
I'm alone upon this rhyme that I've created.
This rhyme that I've inflated, wont trade it so gimme my space.
Government controls so they hated
Our life, it has been jaded and faded
We're getting erased.

Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.

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'...

State of California, finds you guilty, guilty
Although I did them no wrong they laid a trap for me
Although I did them no wrong they dug a pit for me
So let's certain ruin, over take them
Let them be caught in the snare they set for me
Let them fall to destruction in the pit they dug for me
Better get your facts straight, know what I'm saying?
Another day in the motherfucking cell
Hope all you motherfuckers are happy
Fucking sellouts

Now this is going out to Big Hoss up in prison
Going out to Big Hoss
And anybody else who got busted by the system

What's up Big Hoss?
What's up ST?
3 years later, long time no see
You know things just ain't the same since ya been inside
Yeah, they took away my freedom but they can't take my pride
From the Riverside County to the St.Cloud Pen
They said 435 so fuck it, I took 10
Well then, sometimes I sip on my gin
And think about the things we used to do back when
When we was growing up? yeah we was just kids
Still I regret some of the shit I did
Some people think this place is for my own good,
But who the fuck are they to take away my childhood?
And leave your baby son with just a momma to mold him
And no fucking daddy around to hold him
But I hold him, like he's one of my own
Tell him bout me daily until his his daddy comes home
I gives a fuck, if I sin for revengance,
I put the face in a fucking fist,
Have them beggin for forgiveness,
Nah Saint just let 'em live through this
Cuz karma's got a way of coming back and returning
Besides Momma don't need another son servin'
I gotta go cuz my time's almost up man
Alright Big Hoss, you stay up
Alright Saint
Cuz karma's got a a way of coming back and returning
Going out to Big Hoss
Moms and Pops don't need another son servin'
Shit, free to the people in power with the uniform

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...

(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!

Wise man he once told me, lost cause, ain't worth a roll
But our wheels keep spinning, I guess we broke the mold, I don't know

The life I lead is the life of a dog
I may have fleas but I run our yard
I see those clones looking down on me
But unlike those clones this dog is free

Oh Lord it's a dog's life
I'm feeling kinda irie
It's bubblin' inside me

Straight up it's a dog's life
Wait wait wait, stop that track
Let's rewind, retract, pull slack and roll back
To the days when I hung with G-mack you got to face facts
So relap, what about G-mack?
Met his homie E-Loc, met his cousin D-Loc
Move into his house and we didn't wanna be broke
So Loc slung smoke, I wrote rhymes
Decided way back that we have good times
And we drank brews, and we shot booze
Both got ladies and broke the rules
But when I snooze my squeeze, clean my slate
And like a dog should, yo I pissed on his plate

Man I'm lovin' Southern Cali, drinkin' brews in the alleys
Holding down the stages from Diego to the Valley
Bustin' on my Kauwai, getting lifted off the Maui
As I fly, goin' big at Snow Valley

Oh Lord it's a dog's life
I'm feeling kinda irie
It's bubblin' inside me

The life I lead is the life of a dog, I may have fleas
But I run our yard
I ain't no slave to a suit and a tie
No rat race clone, I'll never be that guy
I ain't got caught up in some selfish career
I'm livin' in love, but I'm not in fear
I see those clones lookin down on me
But unlike those clones my mind is free
Save the mold for the clones, my mental's home grown
I'd rather be myself than live

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their test,
I guess life just ain't fair.
A preacher mane me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to rock the stage, misunderstood.

One in a million, a million in one
A stoner reeking havoc, but I don't carry a gun
Only a microphones so I can rock the stage,
Don't got a beeper But I got some pages of some dope ass lyrics
From my imagination
Smoked out the officer on my probation,
Bustin caps in the balls of this generation,
I flip this phat verse with no hesitation,
My bro Mad Dog, the south bay psycho, got the bong and bud,
(?) everlasting cycle, the dates (?) don't get no sweeter,
My boy B-Dub ain't a mother fucka tweaka,
He's a ganja man, that's the way it goes,
2 turntables always rockin' shows,
Hey Bobby B, how does your bud grow?
Shhh....That's on the down low.

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their test,
I guess life just ain't fair.
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change,
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to rock the stage, misunderstood.

Kottonmouth komittee made of horny devils, psycho rebels,
Bitch turn up the treble,
We wanna be heard 'cuz we speak the truth,
Yo we miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth
And that's the truth, cuz that's the roots,
We miss Rob Harris in the DJ booth.
Yo all I'm sayin' kid is the freedom of speech,
A freedom to blaze, a freedom to reach,
New plateaus are a high away,
2 joints in the morning then I'm A-OK,
I smoke two joints in the morning,
Get the vodka then I mix the OJ, okay.

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their test,
I guess life just ain't fair.
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change,
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to rock the stage, misunderstood.

I'm D-Loc I puff all the smoke,
Never have herbs cuz I'm always broke,
Never had a job, probably never will,
That's right Saint Dog, we kings of the hill.
I'm Saint Dog never find me trippin',
Never gun grippin', always 40 sippin'
Anarchy is the life of me, give me booze, blunts, broads
And I'll tap all three,
I got a German glow with an irie flow
You're red in the face cuz I bucked your hoe,
So what now bro? You know we told ya so,
We got more game that L.A.'s got blow
Yo my boy D-Loc got ears like a monkey,
My boy Saint Dog is a hip-hop drunkie,
DJ Bobby B gots the tracks that are funky,
If you really must know I grow my green bud skunky

I said my momma don't understand me, Daddy never really cared
Fuck the rest, I've failed their test,
I guess life just ain't fair.
A preacher man done told me, said your ways you better change,
But forgive me man, I got a mic in my hand
And it's my time to rock the stage, misunderstood.

Yo man I got some sick ass shit, I got all kinds of bongs.
I got fuckin, I got paramaxes, I got graffix
I got all the dope shit
I got superbowls, I got fuckin skunk weed, I got skillz, listen
I'll get me on the court, you know what I'm saying? I got skillz.
Look I got crossovers, I got doms, I got lobs, I got ups
I got all kinds of skillz,
I got homeboys, I got weed, I get high. I'm fuckin
I got dope VW car with fat ass fuckin whomper, motherfucker...

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors. Crazy man.

Suburban ebonics coming out my mouth.
Take a lesson bitch boy that's Kottonmouth.
But your square nerdy asses won't understand.
So yo, break em off a fat ass piece man.
Dirt slang, it starts like this bro,
I play dunk ball with the homies and I eats pink taco
714 bustin up yo ass.
Suburban white bonics they don't teach in class.
It's the psychedelic hip hop punk rock shit.
So let me tell you mother fuckers who your fucking with.
Well I'm Saint Dog and I spills my schpeil.
When I gets lit I like to bark some shit,
Like it sucked up, cracked out, cock out biatch,
I only take licks and a I don't shoot rips.
I got you puzzled like the wrinkles on my scrotum sac.
I got a gang a year, I keep my kicks on a rack.
From Airwalks to Bocks to Docs to Birkenstock
Top it all off with some old skool socks.
No wonder why your old lady rides my jock.
I got her tied up like a boat to a dock.
Yo I twist up your mind with my wicked hog slang.
Uck-fay ou-yay umb-day itch-bay,
Aint-say og-day ever-nay lays-pay.
Now that's the type of shit comin slurred from Saint.
Emergency, emergency 911, Kottonmouth's on the mic
So you bitches better run.

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors.
Crazy man. Dirt slang.

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.

Now, don't get me wrong the 10 Commandments is cool,
See once upon a time I too believed in the Golden Rule
Unemployment figures at an all time high
(?) nation dwindled, so the (saut?) swindle
Got tossed the fuck out the window.
You know what I'm saying?
Kottonmouth kings still blowin smoke rings.
Keep your head up.

It's a high society

It's time for some realization,
Not fueled by media manipulations
But the manifestation of the last generation, legalization
Fuck your pensions if you're paid, pay attention
Teachers of this land, yo your all on detention
You failed to mention about this everyday struggle,
Placed me in a bubble but it popped on the double,
Now your in trouble cuz I'm older now I'm bolder now,
Bitch, I'm a soldier now
Been raised to blaze in the simple place,
Like a greyhound's race to brace this of disgrace
I've seen people starved till there no life left,
I've seen heads kicked in for the words that they said
Police crackin skulls with no questions asked,
A suicidal shot from a shotgun blast
It didn't have nothing to do with the hoes that they popped in here
It didn't have shit to do with the ones that they dropped in here
It didn't have nothing to do with the land that got stole
believe me motherfucker, I see right through your mind control

I won't drown, drown, drown in your society
High times, it's a high society
Lies, lies everyone keeps tryin me
Why wont they just let me be? It's a high society

First of all lets get this straight, this systems full of shit,
They say "In God we trust", your a fuckin hypocrite
Crooked politicians lying out their ass
Money hungry whores behind the doors smokin grass
No trust in the nation, trust in the nation
Spending all the money on the fucking immigration
Walls caving in it's getting hard to breathe
51-50's what this system's done to me!

Money don't mean shit to me, it grows on evil trees
It breaks up families, it's more like a disease
Cuz it's tension, did I mention it's the governments invention,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll
Currency a money dollar for 20 bucks,
You can make somebody's daughter suck a (hooker-holla?)
Turn a boy into a baller, watch his chips stack taller,
Dollar dollar bill ya'll
You'll see all or nothin in this game of survival
Gots hustlers holdin on to the scams,
They can (watch?) their bible
But I'm viable for me to stay tribal,
And keep making these flows undeniable
But its viable for me to stay tribal,
And keep making these flows undeniable

I won't drown, drown, drown in your society
High times, it's a high society
Lies, lies everyone keeps tryin me
Why wont they just let me be? It's a high society

Now a nation that's stolen, can never be golden
Compassion's not true in, in this (shallow amount?) of ruin.
Modern industry, the industrial complex
A system of no balance, and not enough checks
Disease bred, transmitted through sex
Revelation (to for wishin'?)
Can you pay the tuition? Can you make the grade ?
Is life really all about getting paid?
Money can't buy nothing buried in a grave
Slave driven, unforgiven
The more you make, the better your livin'
So it's all role-playin, playing roles, grave diggers diggin' holes
Genetics strange, passed down through years of pain
So the cure you seek for the mentally weak is just the norm
As we weather the storm, so it's conform or suffer

This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creation,
Mass plantation
With the kottonmouth kings burnin up the nation.

Don't watch your back cause we're comin through front
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

Shit its a damn good day, got money in the bank,
Cash in my tank, pays for my dank
Got a new Paramax, money for the taxes,
And for the plenty herb the lord I do thank

Boom, shit, bang, X is the name
Dirt slang's the game and I bang poontang
It's the first county all league pimp selection,
Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection
I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I huff paint thinner
Took your boo home and that bitch made me dinner
Rolled a couple phillies and I went up in her.
It's the capital D, the L-O-C
Can't nobody even fuck with me, hell no
My style is free, I bangs the P,
I tagged the circle "A" for anarchy

Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

Hot Damn! I'm back in my van.
Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan?
Been sniffin around like Toucan Sam,
WHAT? BAM BAM! Now there's bacon on the van
I said fuck the police I'm an old school skata
Pull upside the curb, throw up, peace say lata
Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador,
Told you mother fuckers I'm an old school skater

I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there
I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair
Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware
I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration,
Easy access for easy penetration
What's all this talk about a generation? Legalize the plant
Lets free this nation

(Buyaka Buyaka?) hemp plantation
(Buyaka Buyaka?), free this nation

Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take more hits than Tonka
Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin like a bee
We're the bong tokin fiends representin' OC
Oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mix
Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks
Your bitch is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is going out to the Kottonmouth krew

Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, I should just quit
But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legit
Whores in my hand as I bounce through the pit
Punk rock and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth Kings up in the picture
Suburban noise, man I thought you knew,
And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool
Yes we're comin through with an oldie brew
West coast juggalos sayin hoodie hoo

Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front
And when we're on stage we're smokin like a blunt
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

Scratch pow, don't ask me how
Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you any how
Take that! Let's fishbowl this bitch
What's the time? Its time to get lit
Buyaka buyaka, splif to the clip
Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip
Inhale, hold it real deep
Orange county horny devils back on the fuckin creep!

Watch it, watch it, watch it
Dog Boy here, and I'm stickin' with the Kings
Cool and delayed
Saint!, comin' comin'

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers
Haters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

MC-in' is the place for me to be in
And nut-swinging is the way that I be G-in'
Never leanin' to the old, for the lyrical hold
Keep my shit bold, morals i stole
Fuck parol when I stroll, man I dodge five-O
I dip-dive, fuck a bribe, live to rock the show and the ho
Skip the blow, gimme the 40, yo
I like a lady down to ride like a rodeo
You see anarchy are flies like the hemp on a hippy
Cussin' like a mother cuz my head's a little trippy
My bud's I like 'em sticky, so pack another rip, D
High as the plains west of the Mississippi

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
Haters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop
You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can't stop

Punk rock mental my thoughts are horse
Hip hop freestyle, freedom of course
Ooh, my old girl Mary better known as a shwag-hag
Every other night she help me out buying dime bags
A dime to a twenty, to a forty, to E
I switched to homegrown now I puff on Bobby B's, yo

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop,
You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can't stop

Check your traits, you perpetrate I can't relate
Your mental mind state is far to overrate, you can't skate
Don't sit and debate, you need to skip the state
Ask Jesus Christ to clean the slate
I think it's fate, I ain't done yet so wait
Your philosophies, pale and underweight, they're out of date
One mo' thing, and then we're straight, put the fake to sleep
And then I catch you at the wake
And then we'll bake, and once again try to relate
Hopefully the good will win, you'll lose the hate
Counts are closed, I think were up to date
Wake up young chump, get a grip, checkmate

Sound boy, you should've thanked the Saint
He just saved your life from a terrible fate
Sound boy, Saint just put you in check
He set you straight to save your own neck

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

Oh, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
Singing with the Kings up on the record version
Eh rude boy, I say you party nonstop
You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can't stop
Shucka shucka to all the rude boys
Shucka shucka with Suburban Noize
Coming in unity, like one big family
Every S.B. release gonna make you feel so irie
It's Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstop
Seeking the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
It's Dog Boy, kickin down your shit
From your microphone, ear, to your consolate
Like the black flag song, we're gonna rise above
Every time we're coming with respect and love
I am the one Dog-Boy from L.A., CA
In the name of unity I man must say
From London, to Kingston, from the South Bay
All me out to do is flash my stylee
Now I am a-comin' and I'm settin' em down
Little sound boy with no solution
Check the bag, with just one flow
You may find you don't need a ego
It's Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstop
With the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops, music is our weapon
And that them can't stop

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door

What you got D-Toke?
Now what you got ST?
Teach me how to get my mack to a T
First of all, I put that pimp twist on her
Then I let her know that I'm a P-Town baller
Next thing you know, you see I get no rejection
High in charisma, smooth-ass complexion
I'm Daddy X and I come with correction
You know there's infection, so wear some protection
Ain't nobody slicker than B-Dub on the mixer
Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's down to get with her
Fool what you barkin', it must be the liquor
I'm back on your bitch so stick around like a sticker
Naw, but I'm quicker cuz I'm the D-L-O-C
All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy
I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me
I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your lady

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Yeah, yeah, pimpin ain't easy!

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door

Yo I'm Saint Dub, and known to drink some brandy
I gots the foul whistle cuz it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X took her in
Massengil, Summer's Eve, then I sexed her skin
No girlfriend because they're too damn hectic
I only like the ones that are down to get naked
Well Loc knew Candy, I knew that bitch
I took her out once, made her think I'm rich
Romance, slow dance, made her feel great
And at the end of the night I worked that ass like a slave
Loc did you call her? I didn't bend a wrist
Fool, I thought you knew it's the fucking pimp twist

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Kottonmouth is the crew that the ladies miss
Yes, they down with this, and so they reminisce
About the day they were caught up in the pimp twist

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door

Now P-Town ballers is the name I claim
Been through many cities and it's all the same
I see a freak, I look in her direction
5 minutes later she'll be licking my erection
Now I'm not a cock blocker like you might suppose
Just a game I run on these mother fucking hos
Like I once knew this girl named Vanessa, I undressed her
Last December, or November. Was it September?
I'm a stoner reeking havoc, I don't remember, shit!

Hold your seat
Let me take you to another plateau
Exhilaration of your mind comes with my flow
Really though, I'll let you know I'm that boy ST
Exposing your mind to the rhymes of a P-Town baller
I'll make your girl holler my name in pain as I proceed to call her
My versatile machine on my new found lady
Hit it once and she'll be down to pay me
No babies cuz I elect to protect
From that HIV shit if my dick gets erect, so check
After I'm through, it's out the door, I thought you knew
I'm a P-Town Baller, fool I gotta tell the crew

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Kottonmouth make a sweet girl turn a trick
And yes, she's down with this, and so she'll reminisce
About the days she was caught up in the pimp twist

Perpetrator? Naw, educator
Playa hata? More like a generator
Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator
Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat
The shit was hot, the pussy got got, I hit the G-spot
My other buddy ate it, his tongue got rot
But he knew what he was in for when the booze got bought
Now that's not a lot but that's food for thought
You gotta bur up if she's hot to trot
Like it or not you need to smoke more pot
And think about your problems, connect the dots

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door
With the dirty ho, through the back door
Took the little skeezy to the mo-mo
And now it's oh no about the info
Gotta keep the shit on the down low
On the down low, about the info
Gotta keep the shit on the down low

This is Kona Gold of the Hawaiian Islands...
Right now MCI would like to introduce to you,
some very, very good friends of mine.
Kottonmouth 2000
FIRE!!!

Each Now who say Dog Boy only come in a reggae fashion?
Hey Mon' say never judge a book by it's cover, turn the page to discover
You got the reggae on one and the punk rock ragamuffin on the other
Richter!

You know it's time to leave my house, so I slid out the door
Had this hole in my pocket so my sack hits the floor
Now this ain't nothing new I've had these jeans for years
Hopped into my bus and started banging the gears
Took it on the redline then I slapped it in two
Reached in-between my seats and I pulled out another brew
But now I'm 5-0-2, it ain't the route for me
So I grab some chicken littles from KFC

I'ma go to Mickey D's, get a burger with some cheese
Discuss these plans how I'm flippin' these keys
Capishe (?), cuz you don't know
I'll give it to my friend, no, we spilt the door
Back in the bus we puffs, kept rollin'
Scoot, Dog Boy, Daddy X is holdin'
There go the potion, look you're frozen
Damn this bud's good!

Here we go again, bump 2000
Forward the plan, forward, the mission
Here we go again, bump 2000

Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
Bump bump, Babylon beware
We got one microphone for the world to share

(??) on the ears of America
(??) rock the mic by the lyrical hysteria
(??) few selects infiltrates all areas
(??) upon the mic, released upon America

I got a '85 Caddy with the Clarion Amp
With some 10s in the trunk for punks who wanna bump my shit
Bang, rattle your chest and brain
Frame by frame rearrange your shit
Adjust your amps and your shit might hit
Don't quit to the beat, the bass gets deeper
Listen to the tones as they crush your speakers
With the little bitty thump,

Well yup I'm still drunk with the humps in the trunk
You hear the Kottonmouth Kings yellin' out bump bump
I flew through a yellow, then I ran a red
Grabbed a bev saw a cop, hit the clutch and revved
Knew I had to slow down so I smoked a bowl
Picked up D-Loc and told him start to roll
Freeway was packed so I paid the toll
Four joints later my bus was fishbowled

Here we go again, bump 2000
Forward the plan, forward the mission
Here we go again, bump 2000

Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
Bump bump, Babylon beware
We got one microphone for the world to share

(??) Jamaica island of the songs
And all you ever hear is the bass and drum
I said the (??)
When the rhythm hit, it become anthem
(??) have no car, we take many car, mon
We drive around (??) ragamuffin
(??) trees at the window, now wicked rhythm
Come along for the ride through Jamaican countryside

When it come to music, lord we love it
Any style we can (??)
Bump 2000, lord here we come again
First time around we rock all across the land

How's that sound with the tick and the bump
I puff the skunk while I'm settin' off alarms
EQ my mid so my highs don't twitch
I drop bombs while your sounds blown to shit,
I like to sip on my binger, ice water rips are cleaner
Push the bud down with my finger, then I snapped a load
The bud i got is meaner, felony no misdemeanor
Got a Beamer same as Zingers, with the system full blown

Daddy X, correct, who'd you expect?
The man slinging necks on the bottle connects
What'd you think X is for ecstasy?
Is that why the fuckers standing next to me?
Or is it because I'm a Kottonmouth King,
With pounds and pounds and pounds of Florida keif
Nah no thing, smoke ring coinsure
You'll never find my bong water dirty like the sewer

Here we go again, bump 2000
Forward the plan, forward, the mission
Here we go again, bump 2000

Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
Bump bump, Babylon beware
We got one microphone for the world to share

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

Y2KMK!!

Why not ya'll?! 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,
Day Dreamin' Fazes, I yes I,

Daydreamin' fazes, life elevated,
Chillin' in the back of the bus gettin' faded,
I blaze all hell with my dogs all day,
Fillin' the range with the blood on stage,
Man too many knuckle heads f**kin' with my business,
Soakin' up my fluence can I get a witness,
Seven days deep in a smoked out haze,
D-Loc roll the T Daddy X is in a daze,
Smoke don't fight it, I watch your eyes,
Surrounded by abuse and our boy is gettin' 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,
Day Dreamin' Fazes, I yes I,

Lost in the world destruction 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'm gonna 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,
Day Dreamin' Fazes, I yes I,

What a long strange trip it's been,
Sippin' life from a 40oz bottle of sin,
Daydreamin' fazes walls cavin' in,

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 cest profes,
In the speck high as f**k, ? black lights, we roll,
D-Loc and Johhny Richter straight BSO!

Daydreamin' Fazes, Time Goes By,
That's What Happens When You Get High,
Head's Always Cloudy, Words Is Lies,
Day Dreamin' Fazes, I yes I

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

Where and when, it probably fell out your ear
I'ma look behind the couch, finding all kinds of shit
Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up pieces of paper
Broken pagers, and a half pack of grits
Cuz I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs
Could still be camouflaged, hidin' in my hair
Behind my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't
I know because I checked, I'm still searchin' for the dank
You probably threw it out with your old pack of cigarettes
Look in the trash can, your as high as you get
Sometimes you forget, smokin' one to many hits
About to look in my caddy, down the walkway bricks

I jumped out the screen door, mac light in hand
Searchin' down the sidewalk, leadin' to my van
I hit the alarm and the door just slides
I check from front to back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Got the 6 disc changer, read-out display,
Called my boy Dave, who gets paid to skate
Bling, hello, I think it fell by your gate
Well it's not in my van, so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found a roach
I was so fuckin' high I forgot that we had smoked

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

I got the joint, but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around it disappears like hokus pokus
I'm gettin' amped up, in different states of mind
I hit a depth for a track as I prepare my rhyme,
Sometimes I'm real high, besides I don't lie
Look at all these phony people tryin to make supply
Yeah, you sly in your flashy suits
You sellouts get the fuck outta here, bail out
I sag my jeans, rock hemp and (??)
I got a 85 caddy, give a fuck about the billboard
You live at large with your three car garage
Your Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures
I smoke hard, blow large, keep you guessin
Up in the treehouse, like a bird, nestin
Loungin, you'll be amazed how I'm steppin
It's a blessin, lookin' over my ground
Eyes like a owl head, rotates around
360 degrees in a circle

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

Yo I got the joint and it's rolled with precision
Precisely sliced in the ends, surgical incisions
It's like religion, my blunt rollin' routine
It's a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)
Motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If you lay on the work then call me Johnny the evictor
To play with my money is to play with my emotions
Like tokens in Vegas, your ass is cash
I got incredible dank, as it lingers out the chamber
Mind blowin smoke, unbelievable taste
Jack frost have you lost, seeing stars in space
Laced up to the moon, Pluto, then Neptune
The earth is greenest, smokin' bong loads in Venus
The rings of Saturn gettin' lost in space
Homebase it the place we blaze the most weed
I gots the joint is the bomb ass (??)

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

Just a player with the big hair, baby (??) five
Still bumpin, getting high, constantly red eyed
12-28, full of bitches inside
1605, where the homies reside
We fly, first class, with the (??)
Rockin' vertebrae (??) wallet chains on their hips
Saggin' jeans, DCs, pocket full of weed
I got what you want, tell me what you need
And I'll proceed to bust out the pounds and break em down
Got connection to PC, Cali, and Chi-Town
Whether up north, down south, or the inbetween
Red, purple, orange, or the lizard green
I got the joint but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus

Yo, who's that peepin' in my window?
Hope it's not a po-po
Cuz then they gonna see my crops

I got the joint but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus

Back wall hydroponic system, stealthy position
With couple thousand watts
I got the joint but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow

If you ask me how I'm living, my reply is 'I'm sold'
Smoked out, without a doubt
I keep a constant flow, of indo smoke pouring out my lungs
And you can strip to find a stash on the tip of my tongue
Marijuana, running through my veins
God's great gift comes in different strains
From the mainland (purps?) all the way to big island
Underground cultivation, yes I try to stay blasted
From to sea to sea, and I've also been known to plant seed after seed
Seven points on my flag when it's blowing in the wind
Prop 215 so let the games begin
Smoke as much as you want, Johnny Richter's everlastin
When you packin' a sacks, (??)
Your plants don't grow in that bud that be glowin
For once you have to ask, all the people never knowin

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow

Yo, I can barely breathe, I need to kick a verse
The smoke's on my mind, and it's getting on my nerves
Observe, don't wanna look at my lungs
Shriveled like an old peach, pear, plum
Nicotine, I'd rather smoke some green
What does it take, and why do I fiend?
If I conquer this kick, I'd be crowned king
Wasting my money, four bucks a pack
Going out of my way for some dirt sticks at that
It's gettin to be crap, I'm all up out of wack
But I'm rowdy, I need to buy a patch
The dirty little camel is makin' me weeze
Go around to the castle where there's bongs and weed
I need to take a shit, got no time to think
There's a zong by the toilet, and some bud on the sink
Some bud on the sink, some bud on the sink

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow

I knew a real stoner named D-Loc
Never went to sleep, smoked weed till the sun broke
Up all night with his pipe, puffin' indo
Evaporated herb, like (delapidating?) ozone
Sack after sack, after sack, now he's flat broke
About to get faded, take a toke, while the tape rolls
Kottonmouth Kings write rhymes on hemp stones
Daddy X don't smoke, and (??)
Save the best of the best, when pack it in the vest
You know the THC content you will never guess
Unless you invest, we can put it to the test
There's no stress for the cess, we all about the next guest
(??), now our minds spun,
We in a whole new place, lowered the lights
Bud stickin, laced, fruit taste, sticky
Nothing but dank, number one rank
No need to rush, sippin' buds by the crops
Those little red rocks in the hydroponic box
To keep the plants kissin, we got a drip system
Electronical device, liquid dice
(??) to the fullest and beautiful kolas
One puff, you clueless, to all you rookie smokers
(??) was stun, relation was won
We love to see our plants looki' pretty in the sun

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow

Figured out long time ago
Nothing's as it seems don't you know
Go underground if you want the scoop
Cuz the population's out the loop

You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams
D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him "What's the plan?"
He took a hit, blew out his rip
And said, "Let's plant the land"

Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin
Don't hate me because I got the country buzzin
Leave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpin
On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion
My real name's Dustin, I spit these customs
AKA D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin
Don't be mad, be glad, tell your dad
Cuz I be spittin' rhymes you never knew I even had
(??) (into the store?), double parked and got a ticket
By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty
He started twitchin, fingers clickin
While he's bitchin, and I snapped
I had a vision, I was leading in the useless race
I had the pole position, no but kiddin'
And I didn't make that mess up in your kitchen
I was dishin' out some sacks, and me and Loc, well we were fishin
I keep wishin' that you'd ease on up and quit it with your trippin
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippin

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Think you can out smoke me, well I'm calling you a liar
Cuz my bowl, I set it on fire
I'm on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB
Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each
No leaves, they're clipped clean
But the few they hit the bing
Then my phone rings, my boy askin what he need to bring
I said some coligreen, some kale, some pot, and some ale
And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh...Michelle
Ah what the hell, just put out the word
Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serve

Graduated high school back in '95,started writin' rhymes
Laid low, I'm hard to find
A kid like me, no less, I'm kinda fresh
Discovered the weed, took a hit and got blessed
I'm not the best, just flexed on the next
Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed
I'll give it all I got, put the game to a test
Keep writin' rhymes and forget about the rest

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Ooh damn, there he goes again
Throwin' his cigarettes out the window
Blowin' fog with logs, sticky indo
You know it comes a dime a dozen
Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cut and
Woo, I think I'll pass on the brew
And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you know who

Well, I really can't tell if there's a difference anymore
Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door?
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor
Black Flag's in my speakers blarin' "Gimme some more"
Nowadays I stay blazed, a hundred ways, my brain's crazed
Gone like those punk days, I'm stackin' chips like Frito, Lays
I've been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills
Funny looking pills, million dollar deals
Three day orgys in the Hollywood Hills, for real
I don't be speakin' no myths, raised on punk rock riffs
Smokin' spliffs by the cliffs
And you and your crew's talking about "What if...?"'s

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of reggae Sundays
Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must
Burnin' spliffs to tell (??), hittin' little Jamaica's rockin record shops
(??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones, (??)
All this talk of gettin' blazed, reminds me of punk rock ways
Babylon could never rock our boat, all I need (??)
That's what's really goin' on, life's too short to be a victim
If you don't like what you got, respond
When time has come to make a move, down to you to come up and prove
It's time to make a change, so chose

Let's face facts, chips get stacked
Unsystematically our pockets get fat
And we kick back, pimp caddilacs
Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks

Ganja business controls America

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

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

Up early in the morning before the sun rise,
Scrapin' out my pipe tryin' to Stay High,
I gotta get blunted for the nine to five,
And I need a facelift on my oldschool ride,
My scrapin' change to meet the range of my job qualification,
But I'm stealin' cable, so I get every station,
Now don't let em slay you when they tell you somethings free,
They take about half with the taxes fee,
But now I'm up in new times just blowin' out some fog,
Don't gotta work cuz I quit my fuckin' job,
Walk into my room to a sixty inch tele,
And I got a phat deal on my star-tac cele,
I finally got a chance to hook my ride up legit,
They asked how big I want it, I said biggest that would fit,
On airbags it would sit, shit was lookin' sick,
System was in it and all I did was pick six,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

If I won the Lotto, I'd buy pounds of Bud,
Give it to my homies to show I got love,
Dirtbikes and buggies and four wheel drives,
I own my own jet, ah yo, I'm world wide,
First class fast, take a trip over seas,
Me, my girl Ami makin' love on the beach,
I just bought a yacht, I just won the Lottery,
Never ending buds in my cultivation,
So I can smoke out the world in the hempalation,
Give some money to my pops, buy my mom a new house,
Or anything she wants, no rush just pick it out,
Don't worry about the ends plenty bread to be broke,
I'll open a skate shop and sell bags of dope,
Blow custom glass so I smoke days of hits,
I build a greenhouse where my hydro sit,
No questions planes trains just to keep you guessin',
The lottery, L-O-T-T-E-R-Y,
Money signs, green backs, honey blunts and fat sacks,
Everything I want and everything I need,
A different house for each day of the week,
A private lake so I could jet ski,
In the back, a duck blind so I shoot geese with my dad,
Mini bikes and go-karts I want it all,
The Universal Walk, fuck it i'll buy the mall,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose,
Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes,

A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose,
Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes,

A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose,
Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes,

A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose,
Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes,

Since I won the lottery I bought a yacht to fish,
I spent a fifth on a house with a satelite dish,
I bought a brewery and walk around all day with double fists,
And got at least ten pots so I can puke and piss
I got a glass bong for everyday of the week,
And yes I stand strong make sure all my family can eat,
I bought a fleet of cars all of them V-W,
I purchased Yorba Linda made it Richter Avenue,
How many of you have had the thought of winnin' the grand prize,
All the fat ladies dreamin' of some smaller thighs,
And all the guys with your bills stacked up to your eyes,
Wouldn't blow your pay checks tryin' to get high,
I fly from coast to coast and then I flipped a bitch,
On my private leer jet smokin' a pound of krypt,
Hired my help from you, my fridge is stocked with Dew,
Me and my krew takin' trips to Katmandu,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained

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,

Good Evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this years Cannabis Cup
finals!
Some of the best buds from all over the planet displayed here today,
Bud smokers.. let's get ready to bubble!!!
With this years entry the Kings Blend the undisputed heavyweight smokers of
the world.. the KOTTONMOUTH KINGS!!

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,
Kings Blend, Tasters Choice,
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...
Real high when you hear my voice...
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...

You wanna smoke with us you better bring an ounce,
Cuz we get down with a southern bounce,
P-Town led the fair where I move the pounds,
Now I'm coming and runnin' your city unannounced,
So don't get clowned when we come around,
We so down to earth that we underground,
I'm puffin' on the green while you're smokin' shit brown,
Cuffin' to the team compound lock down,
I'm aside my krown throwin' strike for the mound,
Keep it tight wound like two blood hounds,
I'm gettin' so profound we make the haters frown,
Got your girl beggin' me to be gagged and bound,
Make the world spin round so turn it loud,
That danced out, thumped out, mo thug crowd,
Started in '96 with the O.C. sound,
Now we comin' So Cal,
Now we world renowned,

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,
Kings Blend, Tasters Choice,
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...
Real high when you hear my voice...
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,
Kings Blend, Tasters Choice,
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...
Real high when you hear my voice...
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...

Now I'm Johnny Richter that's the king D-Loc,
Between Bone Thugs blowin' gangs of smoke,
I guarantee you can't out smoke me,
We can do it live on cable T.V.
With kings blend dope you choke before you spoke,
We toke to call your hope and you still can't cope,
With the bubble berry blue you're through,
Get your krew tight, shoo get a clue, you belong in the Zoo,
Yup, swingin' from a rope eatin' cantaloupe,
Or woke in a boat like a frog and croak,
Don't get the wrong view, you're all past due,
We get the oohs and ahhhs while y'all get the boos,
You won't know how I know cuz I put it to a vote,
We the greatest smokers that you can quote,
Quote for quote let me clear my throat,
Been puffin' kings blend bong load al a mode,
The neutron bomb, the sticky green,
I'm higher than a kite when i hit the scene,
Stoners Reekin Havoc ask Kevin Zing,
But he'll only reply if it means ching ching,

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,
Kings Blend, Tasters Choice,
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...
Real high when you hear my voice...
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,

D double dash Loc I'm from O. C.
I still can't see when the smoke hits me,
Startin hittin' each hash ?? so I can make ends meet,
Defeat the weak matter of my league,
I freeze OGs leave me stunned and deceived,
I'm freakin' this beat while I'm stoned in the street,
While you down on your knees, beggin' oh please,
Chillin' in a room hot boxed to the ceilin',
?? the crop cuz we got top billin',
Feelin' high as fuck so the buds fulfillin',
Dealin' then healin' never stoner revealin',
Now my nug buy me E sacks I be killin',
Ran out of paper started usin' ??,
Never caught a cold but I always be illin',
Spillin' brew with a view from the ruthless villain,

High as a kite got a real funny feelin',
Kings blend dope probably worth about a million,
?? lights miracle grow,
Hydro rock those fans gotta blow,
Sittin' low pro on the fog soaked dome,
? to the party, high to the bone,
Three months later we's all gettin' stoned,
Fillin' up Southern Cali toker zone,
Seizin' clones pounds of zones,
Cannabis Cup we bringin' it home,
To the Golden State where it belong,
Kottonmouth king can't bring it home ya'll,

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,
Kings Blend, Tasters Choice,
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...
Real high when you hear my voice...
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,
Kings Blend, us versus them
Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win,
Kings Blend, Tasters Choice,
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...
Real high when you hear my voice...
I know you're real high when you hear my voice...

We The People, of this magic cosmic plain This reflection of light unfolding onto itself Demand our right to the sacred gift called moments Let it be known, that we will no longer tolerate a Fear based society wrought by a morality of separation Institutions, forced education or military operations to enforce We The People, the human beings, the occupiers of atoms Any law, or authority that utilize borders, prisons, mental Collected by thoughts of eternal benevolence, hereby reject Their insanity, and insecurity

We the people are united
The ones you never look in the eye
We the people, the uninvited
The ones that see right through your lies

I'm living in peace decease all evil
Honesty's the policy it never be equal
Sinful people fall down first
Disperse my actions they speak louder than my words
Observe, learn, it always comes back
Like a mouse in a maze you're caught up in a trap
Feeling the vibes that you can' t escape
Intake injection poisonous perfection
Calm down, concentrate, I can't relate
Loves great when you only got time to tell fate
A place to lay, some tape to break, some goods to bake, some babies to make
Don't take it for granted, you got one life to live
I know you didn't plan it, so you're forgived
We were put on this earth to show goddess to the youth
Test the planet and speak the truth

We the people stress originality
They the people got you down on your knees
We the people tryin' to legalize weed
While you digest the bullshit they forcibly feed
We the people drawing lines in the sand
No chemical hate poisoned greed driven plan
They control they tax and possess this land
One nation indivisible
United we stand
We the people

We the people are united
The ones you never look in the eye
We the people, the uninvited
The ones that see right through your lies

Listen carefully to what they be tryin' to tell us
Marked up 800 percent what are they tryin' to sell us
Propaganda in the can got your hand in the fan
I run my own planet live my life rebellious
The people propelled us
Mary Jane's who compelled us
I got fat sack for all the fans who felt us
The ones who smelt us
And called the police time to legalize weed
Signed the Kottonmouth Kings
I got the universal key so I had to unlock it
????? blown up like sky rockets
Anything you can buy I had mad fat pockets
????? playa haters can't stop it
See I got values that are different than you
See you bought lies now not so true
I keep this beat planted in the deepest of roots
And break open closed minds like a broke parachutes

We the people stress originality
They the people got you down on your knees
We the people tryin' to legalize weed
While you digest the bullshit they forcibly feed
We's the people drawing lines in the sand
No chemical hate poisoned greed driven plan
They control they tax and possess this land
One nation indivisible
United we stand
We the people

Get it straight it's a herb not a drug
???????????????? society's glove
Locked up, restricted, deemed highly addictive
Labeled pot heads now we're all afflicted
But why? cuz we like to get high
Expansion of the mind you should give it a try
Chocolate Thai, blue thunder, white butterfly
Super silver, purple haze, and the northern light
Getting major, major, blaze a few times
Puffin' on homegrown, King Klick stay stoned..
A loco D-Loc's on the vocal
I stepped out my closet pluckin' my hydros
I packed a bowl we smoke original flavor
Sweet leaf kings blend in the chamber
Danger
We the people got a right to be pissed
The right to say fuck you and suck my dick
The right to say I think I've had enough of your shit
The right to walk over and bust a fool in the lip
We the people we from the street
We know how to low-brow
We know how to creep
We the people got our right to be open
This is one motherfucker that you won't be controllin'

We the people stress originality
They the people got you down on your knees
We the people tryin' to legalize weed
While you digest the bullshit they forcibly feed
We the people drawing lines in the sand
No chemical hate poisoned greed driven plan
They control they tax and possess this land
One nation indivisible
United we stand
We the people

There's nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round
Makin' hella beats, skaten with my peeps
I love to sit and chill with my girl by the beach
Complete, unique, and all the way around
Give me a pound from east to west bound
Nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round

Plant leaves from a tree descend from a seed
Growing time is a crime separation misery
Fearlessly, I'm livin' life positively
Spiritually, it's evil living carelessly
Emotionally, sometimes you sit and think
By yourself consequently remembering the past
I laughed I skipped class
Eventually negativity don't last
Growing time takes time
Pure love will never clash
Potentially stay real and show skill
Fill the field, seal the deal
Cuz there's no time to kill
Hill over hill
There's a long road ahead of us
Now-a-days I'm meeting people I can't even trust
Love not lust, good things can't be rushed
I'ma keep my head up, let my karma be plushed
Watch me as you analyze my style imitate my ways
For days you amazed
A purity and pays you better change your ways
You caught up in a daze

Sometimes I feel like I'm stuck in a daze

Yo, full of evil rage wrong people wrong place
It's time to turn the page because life is not a phase
Day after day, what can I say
I blaze like a trail, inhale and get glazed
So check it

There's nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round
Makin' hella beats, skaten with my peeps
I love to sit and chill with my girl by the beach
Complete, unique, and all the way around
Give me a pound from east to west bound
Nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round

Cannot keep spinning on it's axis
The world is separated into two different factions
The elevated sound and the people who will follow
Cuz the people who will follow are the people of tomorrow
Now come with me on a journey through my mind
Intrigued definitely respectably you seek and you find
The answers to the rhyme meditation and some kind
Your time is right now so go an seek the truth
Dig up your roots, get to the bottom of things
My family came in a boat we didn't own no chains
But things remain unchanged different team, same game
Outcome inevitable your just a puppet on strings
We breakin' down the walls with the elevated sound
Johnny Richter, Daddy X, and D-Loc from P-Town
We ran a rough edge and with a tracer like bic
I levitate out the place with a huge bong hit

There's nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round
Makin' hella beats, skaten with my peeps
I love to sit and chill with my girl by the beach
Complete, unique, and all the way around
Give me a pound from east to west bound
Nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round

You can't deny that we rock in states
Picking up vinyls supplyin' in crates
Mpcs 808s in the mic
Digital soundin' shit shows tight
Bass drums and beat boxes
Ya'll can't stop this D-Loc and X, Dj B and that Pak kid
Johnny Richter bout to spark it
In the darkness, with the Lochness monster
420's no questions nothin' but cest strains
All day everyday we all about the indo
The bongs the blunts and the different kind of homegrown
Blueberry to purple ???
Cannabis cup what roll it up I'm on tour
Don't forget the show I spit and I glow
Rearrange beats in my mouth no joke

There's nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round
Makin' hella beats, skaten with my peeps
I love to sit and chill with my girl by the beach
Complete, unique, and all the way around
Give me a pound from east to west bound
Nuttin' in the world that can hold us down
The elevated sound keep the tables rollin' round

D - L O C,
D is for the dank I bring,
Dash is for the hash being passed,
L is for my love, everlast,
O is for the outdoor organic,
C the confidence in me,
Period to let you know that I'm serious,
Do you think that you can dig this? YUP!
It's Unexplanetory in another category,
I'm down with my girl Ami but that's another story,
I rock hemp knot jewelry,
If you bet put your money on me,
Get ready victory,
??

It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings,
But that's another story,
Kottonmouth Kings,
It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings
But that's another story,
It's Unexplanetory,

Daddy says triple X rated, crash course set,
I wanna be sedated, I stay faded,
Lay the track up pop a light the king klick sprayed it,
Used, bought, and got it and took it home and played it,
Say it's unexplainable to us it's outdated,
Why I own it I create it trademarked and weighed it,
Your left scratchin' your nuts and I still can't explain it,
You know I got those hidden indoor plants clonin',
Restricted area no residential zone in,
The warehouse district equipped with federal loanin',
FBA got played like six in the morning,
DA slippin', ATF snoring,
I check my wise before I make a sound,
These walls have ears they're spies are all around,
Suburban Noize transports pure dope sounds,
The feds came through, thought we was moving pounds,
Found a bong two pipes and ?? half an ounce,
Now bounce!!

It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings,
But that's another story,
Kottonmouth Kings,
It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings
But that's another story,
It's Unexplanetory,

Now I be the one stoned off the cloned alien,
And you be the one smokin' cest with Les and them,
And they be the people gettin' twisted on the rise,
And we be the cats supplyin' all the highs,
Cuz I like to sit back and vibe, you know the type,
Look at the ladies to make me say my my,
Catch my eye then I cry I'm that type of guy,
My boy Pakelika got that finger that vibrates,
Vanac breaks ?? tastes great,
No butane wood so for blunts and paps,
Pure THC blowin' far and near,
You need to break off that joint from behind your ear,
Slap it on the stone, let's get stoned,
Light up that torch grab some knifes it's on,
I see smooth rips we named the smoke shank,
And I end it on the beat break,

It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings,
But that's another story,
Kottonmouth Kings,
It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings
But that's another story,
It's Unexplanetory,

D-Loc says you got to have hope,
People say he's kind of dope,
D-Loc fishes in his boat,
Out smoke him, not really, nope,
Peeps promote me coast to coast,
Eat bacon eggs and love french toast,
Peeps give me good indo,
Don't you ever take me for a joke,

Now Johnny Richter's gonna take you on lyrical flight,
An bring you down to Orange County on a typical night,
We'll drink some brews and grab our skates and hit the quarter pipe,
I seen the cops goin' left you know I made a right,
I pulled the blunt out the tray to get me on my way,
A little herb in the lungs and I'm A-OK,
Got the krypt get a rip if it's brick get away,
We rollin' deep in the bus puffin' skunk by the eighths,

It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings,
But that's another story,
Kottonmouth Kings,
It's Unexplanetory,
Kottonmouth Kings
But that's another story,
It's Unexplanetory...

When I get to California...
(It's on!!)
When I get there...
(Suburban Noize!!)
When I get to California...
Hook me up with one of them chicks,
(Psychoathic!!)
And when you get to the Mid-West...
I'll hook you up with a Juggalette Y'all!

He's the Visual Assassin with the mask ?? killa
Seen him drink a lot but I Have yet to see him spill a drop,
He hop to hip-hop in his heart,
Try and Battle Pak' he'll fuckin' tear you're ass apart,

I keep my fridge stocked with plenty of Faygo,
My flow connect nice like old school Lego's,
"What's up holmes?", just a West-Coast loadie,
My Rhyme is nice, slow and stoney,

See all these Psycho Bitches gettin' so damn fanatical,
FBI got us all listed down as radicals,
Government officials takin' life long sabbaticals,
Dog Boy Rock the mic and drop something classical,

I'm with the kings murder state to state,
?? set the record straight,
Fuck that bullshit that never went down,
So we come as one to fuck up your town!

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
Comin' throwin' Faygo on your town,
Yea, throwin that, and all types of things

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
??,
??,

Suburban Noize Records teamin' up with Psychopathic,
Richter let 'em know who Juggalo I got your back kid,
Kottonmouth Ninjas rocking tunes with ICP,
D-Loc grab the mic and pass me the weed,

Kottonmouth Kings, and ICP,
We from the West,
They from the East,
With a bag of keif and a box of spliffs,
We mast through your city like robotic beasts,

?? Robots followin the masses,
I Watch the world through Faygo-fizzin glasses,
Kings and the Klowns droppin ?? like acid,
Like cum on your tongue shit is getting kind of drastic,

To all Unbelievers who think this is a joke,
Grab faygo when you start to choke,
In the pit at a show come summertime,
A million Juggalos to blow your fuckin mind,

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
??,
??,

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
??,
??,

Two terrors left, You better believe,
Kottonmouth Kings,
ICP,
We from the West,
They from the East,
Two terrors left, you better believe,

Two terrors left, You better believe,
Kottonmouth Kings,
ICP,
We from the West,
They from the East,
Two terrors left, you better believe,

Violent J and Shaggy stepped in the place,
And cleared the room out like nuclear waste,
Nobody likes us but the Kottonmouth Kings,
They smoke buds, I smoke little white things,
I'm a base-head feinding for your change,

AAAHHHH!

And I'm Strange!

So walk in I'll put you in a torcher rack,
And blew your nut bag around like a hacky sack,
I told you "Fuck the World" and I meant it,
I owe the Government money, but I spent it,
I bought a hooker and banged her in my truck,
Yo, She probably had syphillis, I give a fuck though,
I'm gonna die, Hell we're all gonna die,
You think the juggalo give a damn? Bye!
I'm going off like a nuclear time bomb,
TICK TICK BOOM! MOTHERFUCKER!,

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
??,
??,

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
??,
??,

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
??,
??,

It's the Wicket, the Wicket, the Wicket Wicket Klowns,
Blowin' Smoke rings with the Kottonmouth Kings,
??,
??,

Two terrors You better believe,
Kottonmouth Kings,
ICP,
We from the West,
They from the East,
Two terrors left, you better believe,

Two terrors You better believe,
Kottonmouth Kings,
ICP,
We from the West,
They from the East,
Two terrors left, you better believe

Let me show you something cool, cool my friends

We love it in the palace when we smokin' off the chalice,
Quiet as a mouse on the couch we sit,
Fillin' the pouch eatin' sour patch kids,

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table,
Sampled em all one by one I was able,
They all taste good, defeated to smoke,
Next the two footer, I wanted to choke,

First morning over seas I'm up a quarter to seven,
Wakin' up on a boat a floatin' tokers' heaven,
I head to the future to where I got the future roller,
A hash ?? with a special loader,
Hey yo, roll up the chiva, the paper the comb,
Insert the filter, head rush, mind blown,
I call it bluff if the herb ain't quality,
I'm hunting for the dankiest buds in the country,
Well I dismissed all rookies with the keyfast cookies,
And I head to redlight just to get a little lookie,
Hit the green house, too crowded,
Just checked out the entry,
Smoked so much weed I got the highest in the century,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

I'm in the mellow yellow, hello, hello,
Smokin' double purple just me an my girl,
Richter shows up ready to puff,
We start smokin' snuff, don't bluff no more skunk,
The PT Bump? the last of the bunch,
The dirty dirty smoke, we all passed the hump,
I'm all up in my high so I played a little pinball,
Gave my girl a kiss we jump like pitfall,
Ding ding to another level,
Higher, getting higher, we sat down at the table,
Breakin' up strands got mad amounts of herbs,
Observe my headache kid i was high as a blimp kid,
Now I'm Johnny Richter never say that I'm done,
Smokin' vaps all day I got that golden lung,
Blunts and backs? 40 sacks ?? pipe to his bong,
I even saw a po po puff a bowl from a gun,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Why does everybody keep on planting bud seeds,
It's obvious to me that it's fulfilling some need,
A plant is a power like a human is a being,
Put the seed in fertile soil then continue to feed,
Whoa! Sit back and watch it grow,
The miracle of life is so beautiful,
Don't ever let them tell you mother nature is a bitch,
Love and restrict only benefit the rich,

Loaded with hash eight-teen is the winner,
You get the picture I started to shiver,
I'm as high as can be with my girl and weed,
I'm insistology overseas stay high,
John Rastafari handles my business,
Licorice sticks at a flick of the wrist,
Coffee Shop stop but some mocha and some crop,
Amsterdam where they legalize pot,
Yo Coffee Shop stop this daze my last strange,
Slapped on my shades as I step into the rain,
Try to regain up your ?? and refrain,
Johnny Richter's playin' games,
High as fuck ridin' trains took a plane to the cup ?? cannabis,
You know it got me so lit I forgot what song is this,
I'll never miss another year you know I wish you were here,
Heinekens all day and grips of krypt with my beer,

I'm on a paid vacation,
Smokin' purple silver hazin',
The back of the cad '82, rippin' out the pap,
The herb makes me wiser and quality taste smoked out the whole place,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Coffee Shop stop we found another strand ya'll,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home

Sittin' on my front porch sippin' on my pipe
Lizard on the bowl blownin' gold shit was tight
Early in the morning 7:30 a.m.
Snatchin' nugz in the (???) from the walls of my den
Living in a bud plant, I hollowed out the stem
Two stories three rooms it's my kryptominium
My domain now remains supplied in (???)
All I do is clean my crib and clip the water leaves
Free relief is always offered from the great O.D.
Standing seven feet tall my toupee huge tree
Is lovely smells so fruity I'm fucking hoopy
Flying like Woodstock barking orders like I'm Snoopy
Excuse me, pardon it's time for a session
We press on heading on up to the top section
Everybody is invited, I prefer those heavy hitters
You know someone down to smoke?
I really hate those stay and quitters
So it figures Loc is rollin' Bobby B ain't far behind
Daddy X and Pakelika come in swinging on some vines
To the tip top of the tallest kola we begin to climb
Sugar smokes some (???) ropes and a gang of keif

Where are we?
Lost in a plant
The size of an ant and we're stuck to the sap
How high?
To the Kolas
We got no map and we forgot to pack a back pack

D double dash L O C, I popped out my bud plant clearly
Invisibly see through ya'll can't find me
Completely blind like an erased line
Stay refined disappear go away like bad emotion
I'm over here camouflage in my potion
Ya'll can't find me I'm slick like Rick
Got an oldschool flip equipped
Vanac spits


Growing to the mic I become attached
Imagine if I grew branches from my body limbs crowded
Out my mouth like chlorophyll dispel all skill whack MCs
I leave em flat decapitate immortals
Now growing vines from my arms I'm like the swamp thing man appearing in plant
Form plasma ejected complicated (???)
Dynamic apparatus combindin' for rhyming (???)

Everlasting grow room wired with the bass boom
Krispy colored nugs is another called the typhoon
Full bloom flowerin', sky scraper towerin'
Endless sea of green, hydro lights that be powerin'
Full drip system frequent mistin'
Tropical climate so all the buds they were glisten
Rollin' cones all day, runnin' round underground
Bobby's bud's are where I stay and I'm the size of an ant
Where are we?
Lost in a plant
The size of an ant and we're stuck to the sap
How high?
To the Kolas
We got no map and we forgot to pack a back pack

I reside in the bud the nugs about dove
Life in the bag of the blueberry love
I'm feelin' my dust so I climb to the core
It started getting chilly cuz the weather's gettin' colder
I grabbed my folder, write a rhyme and called Kona
He came over, then we rolled up a hooter
Jumped on the scooters and we found the lines
You know I fumbled my rhyme
Stoney trail rides, we smokin' spliffs by bricks
It's a myth the gift to get lifted
I gave the plant a sniff then I kissed it
I made a wish the rest got blessed
I'm living in a plant the size of an ant
It's 4:20 now it's time to react
No need for a sack cuz I'm sick of runnin' laps
Look down by my feet and saw a little piece of ant crap

Where are we?
Lost in a plant
The size of an ant and we're stuck to the sap
How high?
To the Kolas
We got no map and we forgot to pack a back pack

A living organism material and organic
Vanac's animal kingdom biochem
Green nitro genismatter contain
My brains essential for growth by photosynthesis
Varyin derivatives Richter your (???)
Riding high.. technical I detect dust in my perimeter
Pulse rate erratic your breathing sallow
Elbow strike vines, tri-cones, technology (???) plant intoxicants
Trapped inside the clone chamber
Psilocybin production dodgin (???) atomic multiply if you supply of the ? cycle
acting fungi medicinal
Mushroom consumption digestion cannabis alchemy opium chemist amphedamines
Say drugs an aphrodisiac
MCs they lack it
Your minds the size of an ant

What is this a binary reality, dazed in refracting light
?? ether from nothing
What is this a hallogram, an endless platform
What have we done to enhance this design
Where do we go when we fear to resign
What have we done but learned to kill faster
Where have we gone but straight for disaster
Dreamtime is fading wakeup and decide
This nightmare ends now

Made a deal with the ??
But you undecided ????
I decided everytime the shit was ??
?????????????????????
To rewind and look deep in your eyes there
?????? say you got stolen pride
Well I know who took it
Handed you the recipe you just couldn't cook it
Lost in a world cuz technology's wild

I taken a look at the world today
It's a poisoned joint feeding greed and hate
You're either living in love or living in fear
? tell me is the end near
So damn easy to think we've won
Man over machine is the illusion
It's a journey forget the destination
We've engineered our own destruction

Emergency, Emergency, 911
America's sound - there's no compassion
It's never too late no where to run
Emergency, Emergency, 911
It's crucial in this time
Time has come for all
It's crucial we should be united soul mind and heart
For real

Know how to ?? I can barely work my facts
Triple beam on the scene when im weighing my sacks
Fuck Y2K you people need to relax
Living like a drone trapped in a time zone
Now times burning away like the wick of a candle
Modern technology's to much to handle
?? label us as vandals
Breakin' laws they laid never beaten by example

The world today were ran like robots
IBMs, Apple lls, and Mactintosh
Microsoft this world's gettin lost
The boss ?? wrong but he can't pay the cost
Parked the wrong lot in the parkin lot
Ya i smoke pot cuz i puffs a lot
Connected the dots i picked this pot
Who is he what is it ????

Emergency, Emergency, 911
America's sound - there's no compassion
It's never too late no where to run
Emergency, Emergency, 911
It's crucial in this time
Time has come for all
It's crucial we should be united soul mind and heart
For real

Oh no they log us in to view
Satalite dishes got us all suspicious
Computer control the world is confused
??????? right wing malicous
Got the cure but the help they refuse
Survival of the fitest if you fit with the richest
Created a monster with power to abuse

All mankind the virus
Computer seem to find this obsolete
All mankind designed it
The machine say its time to Delete

Its a vicous cycle in over generate
Power's out to conquer infest annihilate
Money taxes faxes religion love and hate
Power greed and envy the new computer age
Its a vicious cylce this crazy thing called life
Big brother stamps you with a code preparing you to die
Money money money you need it to survive
Slave away the status quo trapped in a nine to five

Emergency, Emergency, 911
America's sound - there's no compassion
It's never too late no where to run
Emergency, Emergency, 911
It's crucial in this time
Time has come for all
It's crucial we should be united soul mind and heart
For Real

It's crucial in this time
Time has come for all
It's crucial we should be united soul mind and heart
For Real

Emergency, Emergency, 911
America's sound - there's no compassion
It's never too late no where to run
Emergency, Emergency, 911
(x2)

a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,lmno,p
haha, who's a rockstar? i am a rockstar...??hahahaha
(all aboard!)
bye, i love you
say goodbye to the magic bus..??
hahahahaha, somebody open the window
(all aboard!all aboard!)

DaddyX
so if your down the road with us, burn an ounce, take a hit come and go with
us. climb aboard take a step on the magic bus..were goin for a ride.hahaha
(byebye)

5,4,3,2,1...hold on tight

Remeber me? You don't? You will...
Fuck you, Fuck all the people always runnin their mouth
Fuck that bitch ass coward who fuckin flooded my house
Fuck everybody who said this shit here would never happen
Now who's laughin you said we'd never make it by rappin
But you was dead wrong this song was made to strictly prove a point
See my dick, well you can lick it as I fire up this joint
Gettin me pissed off will definitely get you shit on
Don't turn your back on the Kings, our team's too fuckin strong

Be the second loced loady settin it off in the session
There be no second guessin D-Loc is who you slept on
Don't get confused when I step into your realm
Watch me shine my crown now let's really get down
Turn a smile to a frown
Gives a fuck about a hater
Cause I be the one that might sit back and play ya!
Maken moves in the game
Wit my D-Loc shielo, and if you don't know then Ah! Now
Ya! Know.

We're the ones that you all slept on- Talk shit you might get crept on- Grow
lights is always kept on- We're the ones the whole world slept on- woof woof-
Your diggy diggy dead wrong talk that shit you might get crept on get flexed on
get stepped on we're the ones the whole world slept onDon't sleep on us

Be the third king swingin comin rushin out the bus checkin nuts motherfucker
Back the fuck up

Wake the Fuck up
You see what's going on
You got some kids form the burbs
And they're singing these types of song
Everybody getting scared
You can't shake the Kings
We got that underground phunk
So matha fucka please
Now sit back look and listen
While I smoke on my bud
I seen you kissen ass fag
Should have shown me the love
In the middle of the club you could of
dabed my hand and gave me respect
Like a matha fuckin man
Who's a bitch now?
You should have never slept on my crew
And it's rude how all these whacked groups
Are settin played and I'm amused
With the defected youth confused
Sittin back laughing drinkin beer in two's
With my pants saggin D-Loc matha fuckas.

We're the ones that you all slept on- Talk shit you might get crept on- Grow
lights is always kept on- We're the ones the whole world slept on- woof woof-
Your diggy diggy dead wrong talk that shit you might get crept on get flexed on
get stepped on we're the ones the whole world slept onDon't sleep on us

I've had all that I can take no more room to give
From the pressures growing up, the pain I felt as a kid
Six schools in one year, shit, I've been shipped around
Now I ain't never backin down I'll fight and die for my krown
See all these pussies talk a lot but ain't got shit to show for it
I got 2 dirtbikes, a halfpipe, and a new truck you stupid fucks
Still roll the bus, and I do run your clubs
You can't kick a King out, cause we level's above
Well connected to the top, all it takes a phone call
And that will be the end of you, your eternal downfall
Was to step and start barkin bout the wrong fucking band
Should have shut your fuckin mouth, should have tried to understand

you dead wrong you slept on us C wake up now C cuz we callin Come creepin C
night crawlin night crawlin you fallin

"We're the ones that you all slept on- Talk shit you might get crept on- Grow
lights is always kept on- We're the ones the whole world slept on- woof woof-
Your diggy diggy dead wrong talk that shit you might get crept on get flexed on
get stepped on we're the ones the whole world slept onDon't sleep on us

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

Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams
When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
I stay blazed all day, no matter where I'm creepin'
Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
You'll see smoke risin', Just who could it be
It's my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.

Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds
Thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off
I got some purple Kush did you bring the sand box?
Let's bounce some bud so we can make a little keefe
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene know we blow the most dosha
That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders.

"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"

You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, doin my thing
Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin' kind of nauseous
But I played it cool and pulled a few snapps
Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
Dippin through the whole place, nowhere else I'd rather be
Then smokin' weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.

24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer
Beer drinkers, pill poppers, acidheads and freaks
All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
Kottonmouth signed a one-way contract to see the world and smoke the killa
chromic
D-Loc said it, so don't you 4get it
It's 4-4-2-0 and I blow endow.

"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"

We got all types" at 4-2-0
We talkin pounds
Roll that shit up
Pass it around
So pack it tight
Turn up these sounds
This is your right, so live it now (now, now)

Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double vision
And I ain't no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
But I get a little help from my friends when in need
Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I'm seein in three's

Four-five-six-double dash it's D
I'm always drinkin beer and I'm always smoking weed
Hanging in the streets, just doing my thing
Puttin it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings

All these hours and days inter-face with the planet
With bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
I transplant my mental to truly titanic
Fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addicts
The session begins right upstairs in my attic
We bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it
The next time you see us don't take us for granted
We're all getting lifted just the way that we planned it so?

"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
"We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"

"We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered
These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper
"Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter
"Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja"

At 4-2-0

But this how society works, im a tell ya, he in there everynight stealin steaks
and stealin everythings else everynight gets beat down by some cops (ya know)
he turns around and says im gonna sue these motherfuckers for beatin me, you
know he got big bank for them beatin his ass for stealin shit.

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

Chorus}

We need some positive vibes for these rainy days

Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away

We need some positive vibes life's for fun so go and play

Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day



(Daddy X)

Let the vibes blow like the ocean breeze

Mamma always told me there'd be days like these

Keep your head right, just do as you please

Never interfere with an evil man's schemes

Keep your head pure, conceive your own dreams

Respect your fellow man, the earth with the trees

The air that we breathe and the highest mountain peak

Bring truth from your soul to your mouth when you speak



No need to get loud .. messin with others, stressin' your brother, it's time to
uncover

Time to choose another path you see

Cause the road most traveled's negativity

Put your fist down (fist down), throw your hands in the air

Respect yourself, be somebody who cares

Don't let life get you down, don't feel abused

Keep a positive view unto yourself be true



(chorus)



(Loc)

Everyday's a new adventure You got to keep what you got

Livin' life in a studio bustin' rhymes in my socks

I got to keep my head up and always do what I feel

Avoidin all the evil and just keeping it real

(I need some positive vibes)

All these situations I keep hearin' about

People dyin' in planes and buildings crumbling down

This world goes round for no apparent reason

People robbin and theavin' just to feel good for the evening

(I need some positive vibes)

What happen' to everybody's peace and love

Throw your drinks in the sky, raise your hands up above

Get yo hand out of the gutter and be respectful

We need some positive vibes for these rainy days so let it go

Don't never get it twisted when I'm on this track

D-Loc the kind kid that be kickin' it back

Of the class everyday I was high

Goin to school in 95 easy that how we ride



(chorus)



It's time to leave this rat race chant down Babylon

Keep my head straight, keep my family movin' on

Find my own pace, create my own space

Detach my whole scene from this wicked rat race

The two-faced friends, the snakes in the grass

Daddy always told me there'd be men like that

So watch your own back keep your eye on your stacks

Don't ever write a check that that ass can't cash



(chorus)



We need some positive vibes

[ Keep on reaching for it]

For these rainy days

[ Keep on hoping for it]

Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away

[What we need is, all we have is positive vibes]

We need some positive vibes

[What more can we say to you]

Lies that so forth go out and play

[What more can be said to you]

Let the Sunlight in, brighten up your day

[What we need is, all we have is positive vibes]

The war on drugs is a war on me and if its not then let me be home of the brave land
of the free Its just a plant so let freedom ring

Im sick of these snitches droppin dimes on my block to my small sack slangers to my indoor
crops or our cash money business or my late night stops or anything about this old school pimp
called pops

Yeah! Shit fuck Piss
I cant stand the cops theyre always on my dick trying to snatch my crops but theyll never
gonna get em cause givem to my pops then I fail out of town in my matha fucking dodge

You cant catch me so please stop trying theres no denyin that the cops are lieen
Not me because I not you cant relate when I look you in the face I can tell that youre a
fake. Ha! Ha! Ha!

Zero Tolerance I got zero tolerance

Just because youre a you fat wanna be stinky ass matha fucka
Tryin to get my shit but you cant you suck get the hell out my face?
Cause your breath stinks bad your badge is dirty you cricked as fag


Im here to free all the people that are livin in fear
The modern day Paul Revere, Just lend me your ear
Cause theyre comin, in fact theyre already right here
You know how much they spent in the war on drugs simply last year?
Eleven-Billion Dollars straight down the drain
The war on drugs has cost a lot, you shouldnt worry about me, or my bag of pot
Not hurtin nobody, not polluting the youth
Not sellin no lies, Im only giving out truth
Try to tell me what to do, I wont listen to you,
Ill smoke weed till I die, out of joints, pipes, tubes

well Im rymin and Im stealin dealin time after time rhyme patterns designed to enlighten
your mind legalize the word freedom till the plants not a crime and when the plants not a
crime well all be livin divine zero tolerance is ignorance were drawin the line.

Zero Tolerance the war on drugs is a waste of time how could a plant be a crime- you got the
bombs to kill off our kind- Arrest and seize we get jailed Fucked-w/-Find free the plant

Zero Tolerance I got zero tolerance

Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone
by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my
face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace

D: Everytime I close my eyes I'm lost in a daze
D: Thinkin bout the things that I really want to say
JR: And all the old games we played at Nickel Nickel arcade
JR: Workin at the donut shop, dreamed of getting paid
D: And when the dishes got dirty, we got cascade
D: And when the weather was hot, we got a spot in the shade
JR: Well no lie before we high, always rockin fresh fades
JR: Before the spade and the stage we was drinkin underage

Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone
by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my
face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace

JR: Now I was drivin down the ave D: We on the radio now
JR: You know the good times we've had D: When we're in front of the crowds
JR: Always holdin it down for myself and the boys
D: And back in 95's when we first got live
JR: Now we was 18 years old on the run having fun
D: Playing shows in the sun, no bus when we begun
JR: We had a van and a plan doin shows every night
D: Now the California dream we be livin that life

Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone
by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my
face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace

(Bridge)
when your time comes and you're numbers up
All you have in life is what's left in your cup
When the whistle blows and the party's over
Don't let em drag you out bored and sober
When what's done is done and what said is said
And the dreams you've had are lying in your bed
Let your memories be filled with no regrets
There's no second chance, there's no turning back so..

Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone
by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my
face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace

Are you a pothead, fucker?
Muffucka I...(gibberish)...it's like...(gibberish)...I do...(gibberish)...it's
like...(gibberish)...I wouldn't...(gibberish)...ya know...(gibberish)...I
wouldn't do no drugs! (laughing)
Are you a pothead, fucker?
What muthafucka?
Are you a pothead, fucker?
Man I aint doin that shit, ya know...(laughing)
I said are you a pothead, you dumb motherfucker!
What! Muthafucka. I dun shot mini-muthafuckas. Bam!

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

You gonna' hit some weed up in this mutha-fucker'!
Wahahahahahahah-ahha-ahha-ahha! What mutha' fucker? You ain't gonna hit no
muther fuckin' weed?! You gonna' hit some weed up in this mutha' fucker'! Pull
mutha' fucker pull! Pull mutha' fucker pull! Yeah mutha' fucker think he gonna
sit in here and hit...aint gonna' hit some weed!

I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave
in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life
find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the
rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife

Sometimes I wanna get high travel up away to the beautiful skies
Float away and hope to never come down hope to see the day that I never come
down
But what goes up is always bound to fall
I'll I'm trying to say is that I live my life raw
I'm gonna smoke week the rest of my life and give all I got till the day that I
die.
Ya!

I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave
in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life
find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the
rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife

When I look in the mirror I feel so low
I see my eyes and I feel the glow
I know I can make do let's bless the sole
Show my love and let myself go wow
Everybody knows that I spit these flows and I drink my beer smoke my weed
But my head's in the clear
Show your love respect the one your dreaming of.

I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave
in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life
find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the
rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife

let us plant trees that bear positive fruits that enlighten our minds to the
deepest roots all the way to the core where the soul can stay true where I can
walk free with a joint in my hand and I can plant plants right upon my land
help emunderstand these are natures laws my creator had visions in the things
he saw yeah he saw yeah my creator had visions in the things he saw yeah
I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave
in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life
find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the
rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife

Now when the love is lost and your spirits are low
The world's closing in around you got no place to go
Done all that you could to ease and please another soul
And in the end you're in the cold, another sad story told
That's why I make my own decisions on how I'm liven
Try to get by with the knowledge that I'm given
Can't make me believe cause a tree is a tree
And when my soul bleeds, the color that I'm spillinis green

I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave
in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life
find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the
rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife

Full speed ahead never slow my roll lightin J's as I pass your Hi-way patrol 
On the sidewalk spittin as the cop drive by-
piggy starin at me like I'm supposed to blink an eye 
I don't fear other men other men fear me 
I don't believe in your ignorant hypocrisy
I don't need you to judge me or read me my rights
tough cops on bikes no gay men in tights

A little bit of love
A little bit of fear
A little bit of everybody's mouth in my ear
I aint listen to you because I do what I do
And if you got some bud's
I'm a smoke then to
You betta back the hell up a give Loc some space
And quite the bullshit you're yellin in my face
I got one life to live and I'm goin out smoking
So fuck what you say and the people that are chosen

Livin in fear fear of their cops fear of their jails fear of their laws
livin in fear fear of their plan fear of their guns fear of there hand-
Livin in fear fear of their hate fear of their boots night sticks-n-mace
Fear of their power ignorance and greed
fear of their laws and the hate they breed- Fear Not
This is a unified session built for world wide tokin I
may stay bent true but I'm not broken 
you silence me see cuz I'm out spoken 
your sleep walkin now I'm awokin 
ask D-loc If you think I'm jokin 
D-loc stays blazed everyday I'm tokin
so if money can't be eaten and freedom can't be bought
you speak of free thinkin they'll incarcerate your thought
so give me the right to speak and I'm a take it
give me a mold to break and I'm a break it
true to myself I stay I can't fake it
put the pot in the brownie mix and then bake it

Livin in fear fear of their cops fear of their jails fear of their laws
livin in fear fear of their plan fear of their guns fear of there hand-
Livin in fear fear of their hate fear of their boots night sticks-n-mace
Fear of their power ignorance and greed
fear of their laws and the hate they breed- Fear Not
You want me to be scarred, prepare to be let down
I'm standing strong on my ground, still reppinP-town
Ridinround in my crown, the cops see me and frown
And they be acting like clowns, pulling me over for my sounds
Fuckin hassling me with their authority
With their badge, fucking fags, illegal search and siege
Found a little bit of weed, now I gotta pay a fee
When I can smoke in the streets is when I'll really be free

Livin in fear fear of their cops fear of their jails fear of their laws
livin in fear fear of their plan fear of their guns fear of there hand-
Livin in fear fear of their hate fear of their boots night sticks-n-mace
Fear of their power ignorance and greed
fear of their laws and the hate they breed- Fear Not

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.

A yo blow, what's up Jonny Richter, I just sold the same frame , just changin'
big picture, and I'm gonna sit your ass down right in the front row to let you
know how we smoke at a kottonmouth kings show-
Do it, did it, do it again, I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin, a
big sack of the chronic , cuz you know I'm always on , steady smokin' out out
of the glass, got the glass going ponic and you get a refund check to save
your mama's draws, and keep bouncing off the walls like my balls
just cuz you want a piece of what I got, put this sack in my pot, think you
really gonna get it , thought wrong, I think not!
We fucked up the 420 in the whole rotation - we rollled up on our homies like
- what you blazin', is this some purple cush, that we got from riverside, but I
heard it was faking, thinkin' shit this thing barely got me high!
Chorus:
Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't
know if it's just all in my head or if I'm losing my sanity- my smokin', my
drinkin, is foggin my thinkin', that's what they all keep tellin' me- and
faces-n-places keep changin' erasin' and everything feels so strange to me
Now we out on the road, differnt city every nite, different hoes every nite,
different flows every nite,
We stay drunk on Bud-Lite, so fuck the malt liquor...

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

Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last- you know that we was built to last

The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder
AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master
The Budda Blasta it's all-good
Operatin in my green room
Cutting up my words.
You betta make way
I've been know to blow the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master
And Bobby Suenam
We form like volton connected by the feet
So theirs room to reach
When we transform the beat
With the ill techniques
Needles stick like gum
Bobby on the two and shaky on the one
Here comes the suenamie brothas
Duck fuck run grab your shields and
Putten up this ain't for fun
Table combat son
You betta blow the spot
When I penetrate it's deep
You know I smoke my pot
Everyday I stay ripped
They call me D-Loc the C
Don't Eva get it twisted
Naw! Mean.


Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last- you know that we was built to last

And you know this
I got so Herb in my pocket
A caddie an a truck
A phat chain wallet
A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart
A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard
My wake because winter just passed
Summer comin up
River runs with the hash
Me and all my dogs
Drinken beers token buds
Yorkin on are trucks
Right under the sun
And when the water cold
We sit and get stoned
Hollerin at the hunny's
Talkin shit from crow's boat
And if you don't know
I don't really fuckin care
Like listen to a drunk
When he's yappin in my ear
Talken this tale that
Your not make no sense
Like smoken crack by a fence
Or bud when it's dense
Don't run get it twisted
I'm a tell you again
The call me L-O-C
Sucka see ya! Say.

Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last- you know that we was built to last

I be the kid with my pants
Straight sagged to my knees
Got my vans on my feet
Smoke a once a week
Written rhymes to beats
Intertwining with timing
Rhyming patters are scatteren
I'm as high as the heavens
Farmer are caddle
Eaten valiums and tatilen
On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins
On the search for medalians
While they thinking their stallions
I about to burn like dragons
How could you imagin
Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom
With a attitude bablin
On the desk I was taggen
While the teacher was talking
Hald the time I was nappin
Sides the fact I was slacken
Didn't care if I was passin
Relaxin and laughing
Stealing pencils and graphing
Children for magazine
Memories of causalities
People now gather me I'm the D-L-O-C
And I'll I do is smoke weed.

Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last- you know that we was built to last

The earth the wind the sky the sea the birth the life the air we breathe- The truth
the lies the in between the hate the love the waking dream

All these beautiful things growin up in California and all the members from the people who new
ya! Don't test Mother Nature she's a powerful person
Don't get caught up in a bind for bein stupid like abortion
These are the types of checks you can't cash when your trying to live long can't afford to be
an ass or when you walk into a party being loud and obnoxious or when you walk up to a hotty
wish no respect and compliments it's fuckin nonsense this life's a journey all people I need and
al the people actin funny like crash test dummy's people come people go like liquor sto doe they
except it like a treasure some one pain is another man's pleasure
We need to stick together to make t his beautiful place better
You're times approachin in this like your livin in the aftermath of the new begin

In the aftermath the new beginning- In the waking dream of all things unseen the cycle is
complete the universe has justified my life and set me free- A smile spreads across my face
prepares me for the ride- the setting sun begins to set the perfect way to die

The earth the wind the sky the sea the birth the life the air we breathe- The truth the lies
the in between the hate the love the waking dream

I'm sittin in the basement, cause we about to get deep
Final life's placement, bein the topic of speech
What matters to you and me, what goals you've reached
When you're body's laid to rest and your soul's free to seek
With the knowledge you receive, You got a spot picked out
You know where you wanna go from what you've learned about
Some people call it Heaven, other's say the spirit world
Where you goin when you die? Are you sure? For real?
You ask me where I'm headed, I'm still tryin to look
I learned one thing so far, the answer's not in a book
Many paths to choose from written by the hands of man
But they were all still alive, the information's second-hand
I don't understand, cause all religion's have flaws
Barkin out commandments, how 'bout Nature's laws?
Cause when it's said and done, rivers still gonna flow
The wind's gonna blow, and trees are still gonna grow

In the aftermath the new beginning- In the waking dream of all things unseen the cycle is
complete the universe has justified my life and set me free- A smile spreads across my face
prepares me for the ride- the setting sun begins to set the perfect way to die

The earth the wind the sky the sea the birth the life the air we breathe- The truth the lies
the in between the hate the love the waking dream

Soul surfin searching for the truth getting buried deep inside and come out wantin
more

Soul Surfin in the greenroom
When the time is right, youre plant will bloom
Soul Surf, Drop in and take a ride
Live day to day just to get by

Soul surfin carvin to the bone sittin in the pocket flowin all alone
Soul surf
Soul surfin searchin for a home
Lookin for a girl I can call my own

Soul surfin searching for the truth getting buried deep inside and come out wantin more

You cant lose what you dont got, just look and you will see
So many lost souls wandering through these streets aimlessly
Lifes like a puzzle to me, Im only missing one piece
Soul Surfin gonna search for my soul eternally
I know eventually I will find my soul mate
The One I want to go home to every night of every day
But until then Im gonna have fun and play
Keep a smile on my face, I ride this life like a wave

Soul surfin in pretty blue waters
Waitin for the day that I could just call her
Soul surf
Soul surfin Im all by myself
I dont need a girl that cares about wealth

Im soul surfin and searchin for a lady and these fools probably think that Im crazy
I aint shady baby Ill tell it like it is
When you look in my face youll no Im serious
Now its delirious all these funny pretty girls trying to get up in my face and trying to rule
my world
What do you want form me
Im the D-Loc
The capital D
What you gets what you see.

Soul surfin searching for the truth getting buried deep inside and come out wantin more-
Soul Surfin in the green room when your time is right your plant will bloom Soul Surfin touchin
blue skys up high where spirits fly pretty, pretty, pretty were to young to die

Livin life on the endless Highway lost miles in between- If we never saw the
world tomorrow we'd go out smokin green- you cant sell it if you never bought
it there's a price to chase this dream- Livin life on the endless Highway lost
miles in between

D: Hey yo Richter JR: Hey yo whaddup D
D: For the past 6 years our life's been kinda crazy
JR: Travelin' overseas seein shit we wouldn't see
JR: You know a stoner mind like mine can't remember every city
D: Well you know I'm with you homie and you know I got love
D: For everybody at our shows, from the clubs to the pubs
JR: Blazin' dubs outta bubs, we be tight like a glove
D: Like the smoke from our pipes D/JR: We gonna rise above

Livin life on the endless Highway lost miles in between- If we never saw the
world tomorrow we'd go out smokin green- you cant sell it if you never bought
it there's a price to chase this dream- Livin life on the endless Highway lost
miles in between

JR: In the back of the back of the D: Back of the back of the bus
JR: On this never-ending journey, gettin searched by the fuzz
D: Gettin rushed out my bunk at nine-thirty in the mornin'
X: Wake up, grab your stash, break the bongs, and hide your doja
JR: Kept composure with the po-po's, our driver was on no-doze
JR: We was movin slow on the side of the road
D: And on the side of the road was more highway patrol's
D: Got the K-9 units, man this shit's no joke
JR: So we called up High Times for some legal advice
JR: Cause if we miss the show tonight, you know there's gonna be fights
D: It's gonna get a little rowdy if the Kings don't play
JR/X/D: Another price you gotta pay on this

Livin life on the endless Highway lost miles in between- If we never saw the
world tomorrow we'd go out smokin green- you cant sell it if you never bought
it there's a price to chase this dream- Livin life on the endless Highway lost
miles in between

Roll it up then, confrontation
Smoke it up then, heal the nation
Roll it up then, burn the ganja
I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand

Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture
With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia
What we gonna do? Fool I though you knew
We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue
Man I'm barkin, park so we can get this sparked and
We'll score a fat sack and there wont be no more then
We'll make a right turn, the shef'll burn
Break out the two-four and put the bowl on turn
We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin
We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin
We're gettin low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb
I got about a fifty, so Loc what's the word?
Its some herb, we bout to blaze it (that's what I'm sayin),
We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin
Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted
Saint call some freaks ,why me, cuz you're gifted

Roll it up then, confrontation
Smoke it up then, heal the nation
Roll it up then, burn the ganja
I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand

Saint we got low cuz we smoked all our dough
That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked
Man he broke, and too bad we aint no joke
Two hits and pass that, man I want another roach
The sad oversoked man I want some mo
That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door
Let me say times cuz that sucker livin'
Shake in my somthin that fools start trippin
What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin down?
It makes me think twice, with the j out your hand
You aint nothin but a rookie
Tryin to drop science but your mind is playin hooky
Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth
Sing along with the song sendin out to the youth:
Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night
Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life
Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night
Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life

Roll it up then, confrontation
Smoke it up then, heal the nation
Roll it up then, burn the ganja
I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand

Man I'm gettin stressed, I need to hit the cess
I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves
Lets get some sinsemilla, its twenty a quarter
Naw lets get some kind bud its willin to float ya
Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl
I get a quarter bag of the ? shwag that makes you hurl
Look what I got I just got my double chamber
We smoke it with a double, its clipped, prepare for danger
And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it
He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my rip
I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely
There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only
Bud smokers only, bud smokers only
There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only

Man I'm gettin hungry we need to get some food
Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood
Well hold up, my pager is blowin up
Yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin up

Roll it up then
Smoke it up then
Roll it up then

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

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

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

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.

(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!

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

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

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

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

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.