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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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. |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
My mission: the commission of the dishin' out for facts
'cause when I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks So get back to the basics and face it. The American dream ain't what it seems With lies they've laced it. Can't you taste it? See they baste it in an imitation butter. We've ate it and realized its not nature to mother Generic like no other, man, fuck big brotha! The Kottonmouth King klick. Are you blind or somethin'? Are you blind to the facts? You think that this system, That this society, sees any other color other than green? Well it's all slave-driven. The illusion of ownership in America Property is theft, that's how we livin' The bong tokin' alcoholics Gettin' bent every night is the thing we do Wakin' up every day in the afternoon. I crawl out the bed on the way to the shower Gotta hurry up I got a date in an hour. Call my boy X on the shower phone. "What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone By the way I got the freaks on point Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata." I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla. D-loc picked up said "What's up balla?" Just droppin' a dime and time about this party There'll be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties I'll call Bobby let him know the plan, And we'll bounce through in the nitrate van. We'll take a road trip, 40-sip on the way Oh yeah X commin' through with some freaks from the Bay Bong tokin' alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it, The bong tokin' alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack Legalize it! The bong tokin' alcoholics (repeat) We drank up a fifth and sparked a bowl Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' real low. I reach into the back and pull out the 64, I took it to the head like a motherfuckin' pro Yo, that drink got me on tilt, Ya better sit down 'cause you about to spill Now we approach up on the corner of the house party I'm down, I'm told? Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew Tasted kinda freaked, Saint your ass is through Break out the beer bong man, I want to get faded 'cause drinkin' out the bottle is just so overrated, We got the 22, we're fillin' up on Mickeys Now what's up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies Well boost up the bass, go easy on the treble And let 'em all know that we some psycho rebels With our pants saggin', skates in our hand With our pants saggin', skates in our hand With our pants saggin', skates in our hand Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn Bong tokin' alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it The bong tokin' alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack Legalize it! The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics I got the blunts and I got the beer Daddy X hits skins in the rear view mirror We walked up to the spot, the keg's our destination 'cause runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation I went to get a beer, felt a finger in my back "Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat But no time to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as hell He was standin' on the table and he started to yell, "All the freaks up in the party, move around and shake your body And if you're down with the boys of P-Town Lemme see somebody get naughty. Is the west coast in the house? Then pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!" Well get naughty they did and these girls start to strip, Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to trip I said "You talk shit, punk? Let's step outside" He put his fists up, I put em on his eye He got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the dome, I busted out the ? and took his girlie home Bong tokin' alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it, The bong tokin' alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack Legalize it! The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
(Intro):
Creep, creep, I'm on the creep The creep for the kind bud O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack All I learn, I'll head for burn BSO's got my back Right on, right on brother, blaze on You better rip that shit, rip it It's that 1605 shit, real hunnington beats Backyard fucking, garage style (Chorus): Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the fifteens while they're hitting in my trunk Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck (Verse) Saint Dog: Well I'm that kid that the bitches talk about Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing) Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play You hear humble gods from a mile away All the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping D-Loc is mumbling, (I got a little something) Well he passed me a hornet and I took a sip Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip Came to halt at an intersection Turned up the music at my discretion D-Loc in the back said what do I see A jeep full of freaks just staring at me D-Loc was right, they were in a range rover Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over They got out the car and stepped to my side I said, hello ladies let's take a ride I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man Daddy X is the one that's driving the van So climb on in and don't be shy We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly Once again I said it, my name's ST It's just another day of a P-T-B Come on, come on (Chorus)x2 Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride (Verse) Saint Dog: I was living my life on a nine to five Up early in the morning trying to survive Chump change, it's a shame, with no education No inspiration, no destination, But now my occupation is to do what I like Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic Because if I don't rock it, then another sucker will And if you don't jock it, then I can't pay the bills Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage Said Saint, represent for the underage Same damn year, my face is up and raised Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge D-Loc: No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze T-T-T-twicking a twine all day Come on, come on (Chorus)x3 D-Loc's on the mic, rip rip shit up (Verse) D-Loc: It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee) Plant you in the ground, let you drift like a daisy That shit's in my system makes my life kind of hazy My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum It's about time to compute your math Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph See I've tripped before, but never like this Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss I wont fake the funk, when I'm smoking on a skunk That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk And like Micky Mantle, I can switch my stance I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced My flows are silky soft, like I'm writing them in lotion And I'm a lyricist, that's poetry in motion To each town, to each house, I cause mass commmotion ?????? take it all for my potion Farewell to all and to all goodnight I'm leaving these ??? out all night Wait wait wait you said ??? that shit will suck you up Get off the ??? and rock the bump Come on (Chorus)x1 Biotch! |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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) |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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. |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last My gas tank's to the top, with a freshly picked crop New album 'bout to drop, met a girl I like a lot Things is on the up and up, like they never gonna stop Eatin meat that's butcher cut, drinkin sake at Hibach No rocks on the wrist, I ain't into those things Silver plugs in my ears, the only things I bling Maybe a big fat ring, but you won't see no jewels I don't need a diamond link to make these ladies druel I just play it cool, maybe throw them a wink Yannow, buy em a drink, ask them What do they think? About exchanging the digits, that's just how I'm livin Cause sex could be bought, but love is only given So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last I used to stay high now I am zoned out C had a shaved head yes I did now its grown out looks kinda fresh when its blown out C broke as a joke ask loc moneys C loaned out C lived with my folks had a spout got thrown out grew fat buds at the spot till they cloned out C used to have a job part time but I hate work caught smokin joints in the back with the front clerk C boss man walked in fired me took my work shirt left me bare chested high as fuck punchin clockwork walkin down the street unemployed how'd I go wrong back to takin rip after rip from my glass bong damn. So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last I'm consistently on one my middle name done I'm still spun from lasts nights vodka and rum I popped a biscuit got with a hotty ever hunny in the party Had a bangin body The beer kept callin me The buscuy started to roll I'm rollin but I'm under control And if I get out of control you betta slow me down E and my homie chucky chuck gett'en up like circus clowns Chucky styles and the D-Loc I'm stoned to the bone eaten K.F.C We back home from the party up w Hollywood Hills We was popping some pills and all the alcohol was reel Drunks throwing up flicken cigarette butt's people fightin In the streets thinking their tough You know what we was on the balcony Laughlin Smoken buds flicken beer bottles while people were dancing So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these good times last |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
It's time to smoke
Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit Talking shit, ain't worth a lick You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof Blow the roof off like an atom bomb D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix shit if it ain't broke We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes, Motherfuckers Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin' Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin' I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag, It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop, DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot Take from us, better not Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??) D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat (??) down my throat, took off my coat Was it wet? It was soaked Out smoke you? Not really, nope Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke Brain transformed, like I was on the dose Provoke, no coke, I never done roak You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast On the coast to coast, deep in the post Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope (I see that I might have underestimated him You have obviously underestimated my power) Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle Watch out, back up, cause this is the fast lane I got a lead foot, heavy boots, and 3 hoots on my brain Ride looks like its on fire, but you know my engine's clean I'm just smoking the tires, racing off every green Step up, Step up, If you got a little somethin' But your rev better be louder then my system that is bumpin' Don't come round me talkin shit if you're not built to the brim Cause now you gonna get whipped, I never lose, I always win Where you at, right here, and there's plenty more comin' See when the Kings' is in the house, everybody comes runnin' Meetin in the parking lot, to smoke pot before the shows Hookin up with all the ladies, takin home all the ho's We having fun, Fuck Yeah, Will it stop, Fuck No I'd still be tokin', blowin' endo even if I was broke Ain't that right D-Loc (hell mothafuckin' yeah!) Fuck a fist or middle finger, throw your horns in the air. No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle Fuck everybody if you said I couldn' rap Your kickin fiction and I'm kickin facts And it's like that You aint nothing but a fag Let m e write it on my pad Just to get you mad Now Day's it's seems like everybody on edge walkin over pit's of fire on a skinny ledge I'm going full bored fallin till f fall out Graduated High School But a college drop out that don't mean shit because this not turning back. I got my bong my buds and my baseball bat ready for what eva at any time would eva You gotta have that mental or this shit o'l get you no where Got be cleava and put it all together Remember that sayin I float like a feather come on dog how could you think that you got it twisted do the math. No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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... |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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!!! |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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. |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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. |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
A lonely teenage daydream of things I just might be
A surreal kind of thinking keeps on drifting in on me My twisted body is lifeless, not so their twisted minds Peace through power their motto, power for peace their crime Product of our environment Maybe one day they will legalize weed In the year 2Gs the planet could be deceased We plead to the fleas while we're beggin' on our knees In our hometown Cali with bears and green trees Birds and the bees, hot sand on the beach Shells in the sea and I'm living in peace Like a dog on a leash, locked up with no keys I gotta smoke under cover, motherfuck the police Yeah, see the magic hand pull a rabbit from a hat The law's an illusion, as simple as that Putting us in jail, funding it with our tax I can see the wires in the levitating act I can hear the lies and they're calling them facts I can see the bars and they're lookin off track I read between the lines but the lines are all cracked I can feel the knife turning in my back How would life be if the world smoked weed? Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed See, it's hell, living in a cell Legalize the plant only time will tell You are a sacred being of light Projected into reality for a purpose Demand the right to your moment In this holographic gift with no rules, no borders Except for those who you choose to accept and live by Abolish government There's nothing to it Forget about God He's no innocent We live by a system Of perfect goals People vs. people who are bored and old Life must rest on the man who represents Looking for nothing in this Campus with just friends President the name President the label The highest man on the government table America, land of the free Free to the power of the people in uniform How would life be if the world smoked weed? Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed See, it's hell, living in a cell Legalize the plant only time will tell Society, fuck it, I've had enough The system's full of crooks, straight up corrupt You look like a decoy, bobbing like a duck And your money keeps 'em smokin' on a BC Bluff You're caught up in the headlights of my V-Dub bus TSOL and the Kings about to even things up Your birds will take all the air out the sky Bring em down to our level, you can run, can't hide Product of our environment A lonely teenage daydream of things I just might be A surreal kind of thinking keeps on drifting in on me My twisted body is lifeless, not so their twisted minds Peace through power their motto, power for peace their crime The government keeps tight control over the population While the schools teach the kids restricted education Murder, rape, sex, and underage prostitution They got the war on pot, they got the wrong solution I wake and I bake, nowhere to escape Livin' life in a tank, they invade my space Betrayed full of hate while they're shootin all blanks Society's lost in a paranoid state It's the illusion of ownership, it's take what you can get The banks are the loan sharks and everyone's in debt And if you get ahead how quickly you forget You're hanging from a burning rope without a safety net They tax you when you sell, they tax you when you buy They take half when you live, then they take half when you die These are the lies that they are stating as facts I can see the wires of the levitating act How would life be if the world smoked weed? Guaranteed there'd be peace not greed See, it's hell, living in a cell Legalize the plant only time will tell I'm glad that I can read, I'm glad that I can write I read their fuckin bullshit every single night When off in my head went a little fuckin light It told me what was wrong and it told me what was right World bank-power and control, issuing the money and they're dolin' out the roles Charging what they want to with the money they control Living in their nightmare, giving them your soul |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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] |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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! |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
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! |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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! |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin Yeah I'ma waste away my life cause I really don't care Jump every bump in my truck, all tires in the air Accepting every dare, leap off a cliff, fuck yeah And if you wanna get em up, I hope you're commin prepared Cause I ain't backin down from shit, I'm a pit in a dog fight Ear's snipped, smellin blood, and my jaws is clamp tight Around your neck, I'm bout to wreck shop, fuck you and your pops And if the cops get involved, then they gonna get dropped Stay the fuck out of my business, just leave me alone I live my life how I want, when I want, I'm full grown And I'm gettin fed up with all these rules and regulations Sixty-five on the highway, nope I'd rather be racinSo fuck the population, fuck the laws they creatin I feel it's an invasion to get arrested for blazinI feel it's time to give up, start livin how I want Cause in the blink of an eye, you're whole life could be gone We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin- Your probably gonna miss us when were dead and were gone- We don't see yesterday tomorrows in our vision we take it to the limit and we keep movin onPushin Limits I goin all out until my dyin day I don't care the police give a fuck what they say I'm stayin blazed everyday all day Doin my thing braken Law's I don't a bay Theirs no turning back And their not gonna stop me I stay stealth like armed robberies When you play the game You gotta be prepared You can't be afraid You can't be scared To throw your fist in they air And gett'em up on sight Size don't matter It's the facted that you fight You get respected on top or the bottom Even if you get knocked out Or your clocken Get the hell on Stay out my matha fuckin face I'm down for my shit D-Loc don't play I got one thing to say Weather you like it or not I do what I do. We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin- Your probably gonna miss us when were dead and were gone- We don't see yesterday tomorrows in our vision we take it to the limit and we keep movin onPushin Limits I wanna get faded tonight lit with my crew blitzed stoned and puke eat me some shrooms spit on a cop tell him fuck you get my dick sucked fuck on the roof blow all my cash and just do what I do We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin- Your probably gonna miss us when were dead and were gone- We don't see yesterday tomorrows in our vision we take it to the limit and we keep movin onPushin Limits |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
I take hits, Pull it through the Chamber,
I hold it in, My lungs are in Danger, It tastes good, I can't deny the Flavor, But to the buds, We ain't no Stranger, Check the chamber it's hella Cloudy, I smoke flavor don't ever Doubt me, Humbolt County to Southern Cali, Pass the mic Johnny Richter bout to Rally, First time busted as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from Music Plus was the place of the scene, I didn't know what happened so I peeped in the window, I seen Richter sittin' with a bunch of po-po's, Yo ???? system wonder how the fuck they found me, No back-seat on my way to the county, Now what's Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride? Shit's gettin' deep, it's fuckin' with my high, Threw my bike in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame, ??????????? number, and they fuckin' with my brain, Just two blocks to go as I skate to the bud hut, My boy's locked up, I'm like what the fuck?! I said don't worry Loc I got the money buried stashed, And I'm, always in a hurry He can be here fast, In a flash like jack I jump from the bud hut, To Richter's bus with the engine stuffed, We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Three days later Richter's out on leave, You know D-Loc picked me up with some bomb ass weed, Indeed we stay high, Red-eyed feel the vibes, Beehives in the back, Plenty honey for the phillies, Head to Bobby B's where the purple lookin' pretty, I'm sittin' shot gun hot boxin' through the city, I'm feelin' shitty, nitty witty got me greedy, It's a pity, I'm feelin' fine to incline, Elevation of the herb is elevation of your mind, Well rewind, damn that's a dope ass track, Well then turn that shit up, hold up let me get my sack, Hey yo where's the glass, speed up we're gettin' passed, I stepped on the gas hold the wheel, I dropped my smoke, well goddammit Loc, It's burnin' a hole, and my tire bout to blow, I see a UFO, your kidding me, Noooooo! We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, This bud's the bomb knock you dead out your socks, Put your shwag back in the bag and pretend that we forgot, From the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock, Seasons don't matter cuz our bud come in flocks, Load up the zong I'm about to pack a few rounds, I looked at D-Loc and I gave him a pound, You got no time for stress and no chronic in the pipe, Classic hits glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, inspected it right, Took some hits then passed, D-Loc fell on his ass, You fuckin' with the rolo, reverse to last, Permission don't stop when we're searching for the green, Because the green is the cream and the cream make ya gleam, You all up in our scene tryin' to pack us your shwag, While smokin' on the chronic that you wished you had, I pass to X Dad in the marijuana lab, We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, We Do What We Do, Plant our Seeds in the Ground, Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, Round and Round it Goes, And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke, And Round and Round it Goes, Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode, |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle (해롤드와 쿠마) by David Kitay [ost] (2004)
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! |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
I'ma get you So High...
I'ma get you So High... I'ma get you So High... I'ma get you So High... Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Back up off me, I need rooms to puff It's Saint Dog, and I can't get enough Rough. I smoke, so I like it goin' down We're all getting lifted cuz I just stole a pound Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin' But Fuck that shit, I'm hittin till my mind's jellin' And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's To play some pool and max with a couple friends Grabbed a sack, it's off to a local park Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark Windows up so the bug's gettin' fishbowled And if you're in you can't escape the indo Oh shit, it's gettin' deep into my mind I took seven hits off that bud called kind Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin' Here I go again, man, I'm mind boggling I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Here I go reminiscing about the weekend Takin' time to remember where my shit has been Dinner to dancing, fly girl romancing Ballin' with the homies, smoking buds and relaxin' High fashion, is how I was smoking Fuck the schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin' Spliff to my lips as I tilt my head back Lookin like a mack cuz I'm down to blaze a sack I said (Inhale, exhale), Kottonmouth hit so I said, "that's swell" Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz's set in I need some fresh air because I'm high off that in Walked towards the door but I didn't get far High kicked in, I took a seat at the bar As I look into the sky and the air starts smoggin' Here I go again kid, I'm mind boggling I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley, Stay high and be so damn smiley, For then I won't worry about tomorrow, Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow. Here I go getting deep into my mind again Thinking bout good times, smoking kind again By myself so you say... (Man your hooked on Chronic!) Am I a stoner or a loner Man I can't call, In this cell-lock realm that I'm livin' in (????) I got family members fiending from the cocaine And loved ones locked up in prison That's why I'm bailin', yellin', "Man fuck the system!" All the pressures of this life get me frustrated So I reach for the bong so I can get faded I blaze a bowl hope it takes me to another level To escape the pain and all my life's trouble Close my eyes, and pray take the pain away Ask the Lord should I live to see another day Rob Harris died, I guess that's one of life's little tests Jason Thirsk took a bullet straight to the fucking chest Monique Delgado my first real true love Died at 23, now she's waiting for me up above I grabbed a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin' Here I go again motherfucker my mind's boggling! I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley, Stay high and be so damn smiley, For then I won't worry about tomorrow, Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow. I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, Mind bogglin'... |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk Sick and tired, the things they say Sick and tired, where's my J? Sick and tired, same old song Sick and tired, where's my bong? Sick and tired, anarchy! Spies are all around me, Spies in every county Spies, my head's are bounty Snipers in the air The neighborhood watch is after us. The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus The neighborhood watch is what they say, But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another... Generation X is the title they use When I skate down MacKenzie Avenue. Everybody that I see is lookin at me like a vandal Maybe cause I'm (wheelin?) in some Dickies and some sandals Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood The old folks always sayin that we ain't no good Talkin to my pops about my music Sayin we should keep it down and not abuse it Man, I don't sweat those old ass bastards. I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered They work all day long, they seem so bored I think their ass should reside in the county morgue They're postin up signs, man I think they should chill Talkin if I don't call the cops then my neighbor will Cause from city to city it's all the same. The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang Sick and tired the way they walk, Sick and tired the way they talk Sick and tired the things they say, sick and tired. Where's my J? Sick and tired, same old song, sick and tired where's my bong? Sick and tired, anarchy! Spies are all around me, Spies in every county Spies, my head's are bounty Snipers in the air The neighborhood watch is after us. The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus The neighborhood watch is what they say, But when I think they're walkin towards me, I light another... Every night when the street lights came on We used to gather round, take rips from that bong. Cause John Wayne Country, republican block A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops. Cook and clean, the life of slave Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Jenny Craig It's not in my control, when we were in school Wanna see us livin life like the golden rule Peepin out the window, folks always looking Minding my business when they should be cooking Bored is how their life must be, Wait till there's a real crime on our street That's when, yeah they'll all run and hide Leaving Kottonmouth behind to take the neighborhood pride When the criminals are lying dead in the streets Kottonmouth's returning all the stolen TVs Yeah but that's all right, it's all good Now you know who's watchin this neighborhood Cause from city to city it's all the same The neighborhood watch is a bitch ass gang Sick and tired, the way they walk Sick and tired, the way they talk Sick and tired, the things they say Sick and tired, where's my J? Sick and tired, same old song Sick and tired, where's my bong? Sick and tired, anarchy! Spies are all around me, Spies in every county Spies, my head's are bounty Snipers in the air The neighborhood watch is after us. The neighborhood watch don't likeRichter's bus. The neighborhood watch is what they say, But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another... |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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... |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
What are we supposed to be like them what are we supposed to do??
I gonna live my life. They way I like And the way I really want to I'm gonna always stick my trick no matter how many tries I gonna go out being remembered But I'm to young to die Sub-Noize rat's always up to no good Were misunderstood no one thought that we could Everyday a holiday skaten in the street Runnnin from the police the never let up be We got, kids' in the suberb kids in the city The neighbors all hate us because they think we dress filfy Livin in the fast lane I'm livin for the moment My times running out and I don't think I could stop it. Livin' in the gutter wakin up in the streets They treat us like shit Like we have a disease I don't want to be like them go shoppin at the malls I wanna smoke my weed Skate all day And drink beers in my yard. |
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from Scream 2 (스크림 2) by Marco Beltrami [ost] (1997)
Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer But it didn't long for things things to fall apart Because the system that he bought aint got no heart From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes The American dream was a pack of lies 6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner There's no cash back cause there was no receipt Man suburban life aint done a dime for me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Gave in a little deeper to the third degree More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived America! What? Land of the green Now you got problems I got mine too There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs, On every street No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be? White minority! Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now broken homes inside every house Neighbors yellin', can't work it out I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights ooh what a feeling ooh what a life Now you cant turn back the hands of time So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine He's Bobby B, king of the crops Deep dark purse, phat drop tops Philly blunt placed behind his ear, Two turn tables and a Heineken beer And this is just and everyday thing Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dog Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes What ever we could get we was gonna take Just like the pirates of the Caribbean Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein' Ha ha ha we got it like that Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems Fuck the system |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer But it didn't long for things things to fall apart Because the system that he bought aint got no heart From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes The American dream was a pack of lies 6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner There's no cash back cause there was no receipt Man suburban life aint done a dime for me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Gave in a little deeper to the third degree More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived America! What? Land of the green Now you got problems I got mine too There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs, On every street No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be? White minority! Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now broken homes inside every house Neighbors yellin', can't work it out I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights ooh what a feeling ooh what a life Now you cant turn back the hands of time So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine He's Bobby B, king of the crops Deep dark purse, phat drop tops Philly blunt placed behind his ear, Two turn tables and a Heineken beer And this is just and everyday thing Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dog Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes What ever we could get we was gonna take Just like the pirates of the Caribbean Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein' Ha ha ha we got it like that Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems Fuck the system |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow what if you were livin yours instead of hatin mine findin truth and spreadin love and searchin deep inside ?see me glidin swiftly to that place I need to be that home grown irie zone harvesting my seeds I?m gonna live my life from day to night with no hesitation Make the best of every situation that I find myself placed in Decidin right from wrong, choosing my final destination Cause when it?s said and done, it?s just yourself that you are facin? Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow Say Say Say good-bye to tomorrow Wash your sorrow Live and learn Listen up and follow Do what you so let me rock it I be dammed if you think you gonna stop it Popo it drop it D-Loc get up on it Don?t you think your sink cause you can?t call it I be the one that balled you up in college Killa cross just brake you down Kottonmouth Kings on the radio now Make you think when you see my face D-Loc with style and grace I wanna touch the sky unleash control wanna feel time travel real thru my soul wanna ride real high wanna lay real low independent free thought control my zone my zones full blown like a plant full grown transform myself thru this microphone ?Hold up ?change that tone Johnny Richter come thru with your barritone It?s time to open up your eyes and catch sight Cause you could wake up in the morning, and not make it to the night Take advantage of your life, you only get one try You gonna be satisfied today if tonight you died? Well I?m not that guy, I keep my blood runnin? You say you?ve had enough, and I say keep it comin Now you?re bummed because you?re done and you?re left all alone Should?ve known livin blown you?d end up like a clone WHAATTTT! Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow It?s not a place on any map it?s Kaya meditation that home grown herbal zone peaceful medication at peace no understandin no condition but love at peace all accepting to the sky above Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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... |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Royal Highness (1998)
Some people like to lick it
Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it. Some like to think with a drink their hand It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend what's your trip? I need another lick, I need another lick what's your trip? I need another lick, I need another lick As I flow let the shit seep deep into your ear drums Alien fly ass rhymes as you hear them Peep this sound it's from the darkest side of the planet A little tab of paper and I'll walk the planet It's about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead The walls get wavy and melt like gravy I ask myself is there something here to save me? Oh, oh, oh shit what the fuck have I done? A little tab of paper that I put on my tongue. Now the demons are coming from above and beyond and they're stabbing at my face with their brains every bones I ask myself is it worth it to lick? I guess I'm undecided So fool what's your trip? I need another rip, I need another rip What's your trip? I need another rip, I need another rip Some people like to lick it Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand It all depends on that ends that you're willing to spend Do I lick or do I sip? None of the above cause I just take rips From a pipe, sometimes a bong with some smoke Cause it feels damn good when it lingers in my lungs I'm a ganja man, I like a J in my hand At all times burning so my high never lands I'ma get you soooo high, that's what 'I'm sayin When it comes to smokin, man I'm never playin Just steady blazin, its amazin how I'm hazin They never perpetrate and with the highs I'm elevating And always skating when I get a board When I bust an ollie off my ear falls a joint And then I pick it up, and then I spark it up And then I smoke it to the head until I'm lifted up No I cant deny Chinese eyed until the day that I die I take rips, so bitch what's your trip? I need another sip, I need another sip What's your trip? I need another sip, I need another sip What's your trip? Some people like to lick it, Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend You wanna know my trip? We wanna know your trip You wanna take a lick? You wanna take a lick you wanna take a rip of my trip heres a sin Sip (sip) of some gin now give me your tip. On point, I need a joint when I'm drinkin Yes I'm seekin for a 40 to get my buzz peakin Now I'm leakin all over my self? What you wanna do, get another bottle of booze? You should have eaten some food Instead of drinkin on an empty stomach Just don't talk cause my buzz is gettin kinda chronic Bionic, here comes another stage, Well this is why I say not to drink while you rage Head spins, what the fucks goin on? Head spins, you need to stick to your bong Well no face first, X clenching on the dirt slang My head starts spinning I'm about to fall in to the earth My mouth starts to water, X says "Puke it out" Fuck that shit, man that ain't what I'm about My eye starts to tear, but that puke i would fear Pass the malt liquor, gimme another beer Yo yeah man that's my mother fuckin dog SAINT DOG Some people like to lick it, Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand, It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend. |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - High Society (2000)
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 |
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from Kottonmouth Kings - Rollin' Stoned (2002)
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 |
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