Kottonmouth Kings

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

Watch these visions get burned
Like the thumb from my lighter
The tighter we grow watch us blow and inspired
Throw more GAS on the fire
Kottonmouth kings elevate get higher

It's all about the weed
Ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
Dont fuck with Ritcher when's gettin high

Im sittin in my garage with an ounce of herb
Im feelin kicked to the curb but i want some more
And thats my word its the d L o to the c
My nickname Shakey but my homies call me D
I jumped on my skate got some places to be
I need to slang some weed to these dudes around 3
Collect my loot then hit the studio
Call O'Keefe and a freak tell them meet me at the video
And i joke so lets roll up some ganja
Put it in your pipe wrap it up and watch it fold ya
I thought i told ya we all about the weed
Don't ever fuck with Dloc he might put you to sleep
From the Zinica trees he'll have you dropped to your knees
You better pipe down (yer done) cuz life ain't what it seems
Kottonmouth kings runnin things holdin rallies
Puttin shit down representin southern cali

It's all about the weed
My spirit is restless im nervous with ganja
Ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
I nurture the cause my effect is the sponsor
Dont fuck with ritcher when's gettin high

I'm the highest mutha fucka this side of the mississippi
But i'm worldwide so now figure out what that means
Thats right i said it and i didn't even sweat it
So if you want the title you can try to come and get it
I'll guarantee you'll regret it like swimin with sharks
No cage, no wet suit, with fish tied to your arms
No cut corners joints all im rollin is bombs
Like the ufc referee says Lets Get it ON
You hope I'm wrong, but i tell ya im not
Six days, fifty strains of only premium pot
Smoked so much in Amsterdam had the locals in shock
Cuz my bowl never stopped goin pop pop pop pop
Talk about hot boxed i was blind
Couldn't see 2 feet in front or behind
Couldn't even stand definitely couldn't walk
Throwin out phat whistles cuz i couldn't even talk
I was elevated d-loc's above faded
The land of Heineken ever dated
Ima tell you right now it couldn't get no sicker
The greatest smoker motherfuckin Johnny Richter

It's all about the weed
My spirit is restless im nervous with ganja
Ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
Its the cause my effect is the sponsor
Dont fuck with ritcher when's gettin high

Im a big spliff smoker from here to
In the hills of Jamiaca with my bredrin
Sometimes i roll for kona and dloc
Twist and they hit it, it will never side burn
You can't roll, shut up, watch and learn
Lazy dread will tell ya cuz he rolls perfection
And when we build a spliff its like construction
Six inch without a filter lookin like a Louisville slugger
Spliff contract as a gone architect
Like Kona would say, Perfect

You can go ahead and label me a pot snob
But i'll never give you up to any couple bowls home
If anything im livin high on it
Johnny Richter smokin steady only tokin on the chronic
A major figure in the weed racket
People droppin like flies cuz they can't hack it
Lackin certain skills losin more than mine
Usin up all my product no money when its time
To pay me so now there's trouble
If pain came in a shot you about to get a double
I hope you're drunk so you don't feel it
Shouldn't have gone all out
Shouldn't have said Deal With IT
Cuz now its comin but im at home
I heard your boys started rollin left you standin alone
You know i didn't want to but had to do it
So the next one will know better than to screw the ??
And when you aint got the posion
I said fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my emotions
Shoulda listened, ya shoulda listened
I got your picture in the mail and at the top is says "MISSING"

It's all about the weed
My spirit is restless im nervous with ganja
Ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
?? the cause my effect is the sponsor
Dont fuck with ritcher when's gettin high

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

How can you make right look wrong?
And wrong look right?
And right look wrong?
When your rights are gone
Your rights are gone
Your rights are gone
Your rights are gonnne
Your rights

What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
You gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight, Cause we are the angry youth.

I'm broke with no money trying to make some ends
Thinking about the situation how I'm gonna win
Be at the top of my game and have a little bit of cash
Nice court, nice house, fine wife with an ass
Angry youth pissed off at the government
It feels like punishment,They run from it
Dipping tripping trying to stay high
Laughing, joking just to get by

(Youth) What chu think he youth is just gonna back off? (Angry Youth)
(Youth) With your blatant lies, and your crooked views. (Angry Youth)
(Youth) Hate to be the bearer of bad news (Angry Youth)
(Youth) Time change, game over that's it your through (Angry Youth)
(Youth) Moving in like a bulldozer I'm plowing (Angry Youth)
(Youth) It's what we want, not what you're allowing (Angry Youth)
(Youth) We're all grown up now, the rules have changed (Angry Youth)
(Youth) It's time to interrupt this whole world game (Angry Youth)

What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.
What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.

In the world day to day, I'm tired
When I feel alive, I'm Livewire
Rub out the fire, of another soul I get higher
And if I had it all my way, today, I'd fuckin' retire
From the life they created, people chasing ends
Shitting on they friends for a Mercedes Benz
Old rims, New Tims, get caught, life ends, what then? What then!?

What then, what why, what where, what how?
Lets say and flip this whole script on ya Now.
Would you still be chasing, paper chasing, making enemies?
Stop just once, think twice, don't front, ugh.

I play to win, stay away from all the bustas
Live my life, people say that I'm a hustler
Just get high, relax what offer could be better, figure it out or you're gonna be screwed

What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.
What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.

(Youth) When punk rock came around (Angry Youth)
(Youth) Was born this rebel sound (Angry Youth)
(Youth) The fuck-you attitude (Angry Youth)
(Youth) No lies we want the truth (Angry Youth)
(Youth) Then hip hop hit the stage (Angry Youth)
(Youth) Police spit on their badge (Angry Youth)
(Youth) Respond the bastard sound (Angry Youth)
(Youth) The Kottonmouth Kingdom (Angry Youth)

Smoked out loced out, Whats my name? (D-Loc!)
Representing? (Kottonmouth Kings!)
Stay down for my Krown (Yea, yeah!)
Now put your hands in the air (Yea!)
Right now, who's down to ride? (We ride, we ride!)
Who's down to blaze? (We blaze, we blaze!)
How much you smoke? (How much you got?)
An ounce a day! (Not a little bit a lot!)

What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.
What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.

What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.

What chu gonna do when your backs against the wall?
Are you gonna lay down on the ground? Or be a man and stand up tall?
Seeking for a reason Always searching for the truth
You gotta fight, fight, fight! Cause we are the angry youth.

Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad Habits

Bad habits, Bad habits
Picked a few up nine years in this game
Bad habits, Bad habits
Life style's fast driving me insane
Bad habits, bad habits
Daily doses you just got to maintain
Bad habits, bad habits
Drinking beer, smoking weed, and a pack a day

A pack a day (Cigerettes) seven grams of weed (chronic) A beer when i'm ready (Bud light)
Yall know me, (Who?) yeah I got some habits, I picked up a few, it's the d-lo-c so what chu gonna do?

The demons inside me, are clinging so tightly, the voices in my head say "You don't wanna come down" m'kay.

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Bad habits, Bad habits
Everybody has them, who you got to blame?
Bad habits, Bad habits
Flush it all away, go an' spit it down the drain
Bad habits, Bad habits
Chemical dependencies have a hold of your brain
Bad habits, Bad habits
When my time comes, I'll go out with a bang

I got problems that I don't tell many, talk about bad habits shit, I got plenty
Nicotine, weed, beer, shooting pool and playing cards, mushrooms, pills, strange pussy fast cars

Yeah, Jonny Richter, pass the mic, better yet don't, need to pass the pipe
I'm trying to hit that shit, but you're not paying attention, I wanna pack a rip, don't trip just keep sitting

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Bad habits, Bad habits
Picked a few up nine years in this game
Bad habits, Bad habits
Life style's fast driving me insane
Bad habits, bad habits
Daily doses you just got to maintain
Bad habits, bad habits
Drinking beer, smoking weed, and a pack a day

This wishing addition is kinda strange to me, gotta quit gotta kick for my family
Cuz if I crash fast everybody's outie, And that's way too heavy pressing on me

It's the d double dash, I bash like an army, and when it's time to mash, I crash really strongly
I always pop a pill with the three roll bent I complish my task, you can't hold me (me)

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but I've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Your eyes they just won't open, you don't know what you been smoking
Got your whole family hoping "Oh I wish that he'd just slow down" (slow down)
The game is tough and silent where these groups are just smokin', soldier.
You're smoking and then toking and you're dead in the ground (Na Mean?)

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Bad habits, bad habits

Bad habits
Bad habits
Bad Habits

Bad habits, Bad habits
Picked a few up nine years in this game
Bad habits, Bad habits
Life style's fast driving me insane
Bad habits, bad habits
Daily doses you just got to maintain
Bad habits, bad habits
Drinking beer, smoking weed, and a pack a day

A pack a day (Cigerettes) seven grams of weed (chronic) A beer when i'm ready (Bud light)
Yall know me, (Who?) yeah I got some habits, I picked up a few, it's the d-lo-c so what chu gonna do?

The demons inside me, are clinging so tightly, the voices in my head say "You don't wanna come down" m'kay.

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Bad habits, Bad habits
Everybody has them, who you got to blame?
Bad habits, Bad habits
Flush it all away, go an' spit it down the drain
Bad habits, Bad habits
Chemical dependencies have a hold of your brain
Bad habits, Bad habits
When my time comes, I'll go out with a bang

I got problems that I don't tell many, talk about bad habits shit, I got plenty
Nicotine, weed, beer, shooting pool and playing cards, mushrooms, pills, strange pussy fast cars

Yeah, Jonny Richter, pass the mic, better yet don't, need to pass the pipe
I'm trying to hit that shit, but you're not paying attention, I wanna pack a rip, don't trip just keep sitting

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Bad habits, Bad habits
Picked a few up nine years in this game
Bad habits, Bad habits
Life style's fast driving me insane
Bad habits, bad habits
Daily doses you just got to maintain
Bad habits, bad habits
Drinking beer, smoking weed, and a pack a day

This wishing addition is kinda strange to me, gotta quit gotta kick for my family
Cuz if I crash fast everybody's outie, And that's way too heavy pressing on me

It's the d double dash, I bash like an army, and when it's time to mash, I crash really strongly
I always pop a pill with the three roll bent I complish my task, you can't hold me (me)

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but I've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Your eyes they just won't open, you don't know what you been smoking
Got your whole family hoping "Oh I wish that he'd just slow down" (slow down)
The game is tough and silent where these groups are just smokin', soldier.
You're smoking and then toking and you're dead in the ground (Na Mean?)

A pack a day to get me by, an ounce of weed to keep me high
Alochol still numbs the pain, some things in life just never change
I don't know but i've been told, you live this way you won't grow old
Our addiction hits so quick, these bad habits are hard to quit

Bad habits, bad habits

Wasted away
trapped in their maze
gotta get out

My punk rock's dirty
my hip hop's clean
one side has rust the other triple beam
one side is crazy phat the other's pissed and mean
half of me's got problems the other lives a dream
well
im bi polar im confused
split personality i dont know which to chose
one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor
count me out a thousand times i still come back for more

we barely just began but already your done
get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun
cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash
open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it's time for you to dash
where you gonna go when it's time to dash
grab your sack don't forget your cash
life moves fast gotta chose your path
live while you live cuz it might be your last
watch your back it might be over
sometimes i feel bi polar
i get confused i dont know where to go
so i stop.. slow the tempo
I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you
wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse
with crooked views at first I questioned and these unpaid dues
confuse me not no second guessin session veterans never lose
grab your pipe cuz you look confused
rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues
life's a bitch we win or lose
how many people don't got a clue
dont got a clue gotta figure it out
Kottonmouth Kings will put it in your mouth
eeh haw don't feed the donkeys me and my honkeys smoke that sonkey
yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye

got nothin
got nothing to say

the system is full of sharks
the water's not that deep
a bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve
their poisoning my weed
i think im gonna bleed
and now im gonna jump
well
im bi polar im confused
split personality i dont know which to chose
one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor
count me out a thousand times i still come back for more

suburbs surprise open you eyes and get a grip on your scene
realize your life's alive and not a fairytale dream
most comfortable with slow flow shows how I like my things
and never pass a packed bowl unless you know there's some green
like whoa burning to the floor
im feelin faded give me some more
drank a beer and rolled a spliff
i do what i do you suck my dick
if you dont like it i dont give a fuck
i just took a shit and i just threw up
blow it out your butt and out my throat
i choke and slow the tempo
going going gone just put it out of the park
another win for home team just put the bite with our bark
just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark
you'll never get your bowl burnin if you don't got the spark
pick it back up cuz you might get piped
slow your roll put your shoes on tight
too much smokin you might get done
im done
nothin no one

one side
throw up

the other side
full of love

how many live today got nothing but a big phat blunt

UR-done

got nothin
got nothing to say
got nothin

Ur-done

Wasted away
trapped in their maze
gotta get out

My punk rock's dirty
my hip hop's clean
one side has rust the other triple beam
one side is crazy phat the other's pissed and mean
half of me's got problems the other lives a dream
well
im bi polar im confused
split personality i dont know which to chose
one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor
count me out a thousand times i still come back for more

we barely just began but already your done
get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun
cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash
open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it's time for you to dash
where you gonna go when it's time to dash
grab your sack don't forget your cash
life moves fast gotta chose your path
live while you live cuz it might be your last
watch your back it might be over
sometimes i feel bi polar
i get confused i dont know where to go
so i stop.. slow the tempo
I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you
wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse
with crooked views at first I questioned and these unpaid dues
confuse me not no second guessin session veterans never lose
grab your pipe cuz you look confused
rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues
life's a bitch we win or lose
how many people don't got a clue
dont got a clue gotta figure it out
Kottonmouth Kings will put it in your mouth
eeh haw don't feed the donkeys me and my honkeys smoke that sonkey
yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye

got nothin
got nothing to say

the system is full of sharks
the water's not that deep
a bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve
their poisoning my weed
i think im gonna bleed
and now im gonna jump
well
im bi polar im confused
split personality i dont know which to chose
one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor
count me out a thousand times i still come back for more

suburbs surprise open you eyes and get a grip on your scene
realize your life's alive and not a fairytale dream
most comfortable with slow flow shows how I like my things
and never pass a packed bowl unless you know there's some green
like whoa burning to the floor
im feelin faded give me some more
drank a beer and rolled a spliff
i do what i do you suck my dick
if you dont like it i dont give a fuck
i just took a shit and i just threw up
blow it out your butt and out my throat
i choke and slow the tempo
going going gone just put it out of the park
another win for home team just put the bite with our bark
just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark
you'll never get your bowl burnin if you don't got the spark
pick it back up cuz you might get piped
slow your roll put your shoes on tight
too much smokin you might get done
im done
nothin no one

one side
throw up

the other side
full of love

how many live today got nothing but a big phat blunt

UR-done

got nothin
got nothing to say
got nothin

Ur-done

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.

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

Gunna go out in a blaze of glory,
Goin' against the grain
Everybodys got a different story,
Ours just stays the same

Gunna go out in a blaze of glory,
The world goes up in flames
Gunna go out in a blaze glory,
Doin' things our way

[RICHTER:]
It all started back when I was a kid,
And I moved on the Makenzie where my grandmother lived,
Fastfoward ten years and a couple acid trips,
Now we in front on Locs house in Makenzie, Gettin' Lit
It was me, Daddy X, the dad, Scotty and Will
Takin rips out of chalice in my automobile
74 V-Dub, ya'll know the deal
Fastfoward ten more Kottonmouths foreal
Playin sold out shows, and rockin festivals,
You need a passport to go half of the places we go
Some many people acting fucked,
They used to call us crazy
But when in comes to the kings,
We gunna go out blazin'

[Chorus]

[DADDY X:]
I'm goin out like a viking,
On a quest striking
Like lightning,
Until they lay my soul to rest,
Gladiator, swingin' on them haters
Don't bring a prize of [? ]

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

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

That's about a blunt bitch to be in the ghetto,
Motherfuckers you see hangin around liquor stores
Turn that shit up like nothing
That Sisqo and shit, y'know that O that O.E.

The bullet, the bull drop, turn that shit up
You liein? Early in the morning turn that shit up
BOTTOMS UP

Crunk [X5]

[chorus X2]
[All]
Lets smoke a big chunk,
Getting high getting loose and get crunk
Bottoms Up we gonna make that shit bump
Everybody in the place come on jump jump

[Daddy X]
Its me friends Daddy X again,
Roll a fat joint, crack a Heineken,
I'm in the back room havin sex again
(Ooh not again)
Oh yes again
I'm addicted, smoked out and placid
Bottoms Up y'all raise your shot glasses
Shake your asses ladies let it hang out
Gotta get down show em what you all about
We came to raise hell,
Suck the bong,
We aint well till sweats drippin off our bong
(Last Call)
They aint rushin us outta here we goin all night
This here is all year
(Last Call)
We aint leavin here,
(Last Call)
I said we aint leavin here,
We takin over throwin out security,
Bottoms up whats up whos with me

[Chorus]

[Richter]
My drinks done, my glass is empty
1,2,3 shots now im feelin friendly
(whats up ladies)
You wanna tempt me, I love a challenge
I been known to drink liquor till I lose my balance
We getting drunk, drunk
We after crunk, crunk
We smoking skunk, skunk
We know what you want, want
The sticky shit that you only see in pictures,
The old G heads know it comes from Johnny Richter
Our reputation well it speaks for itself,
If you want the bomb shit you better come with some wealth
All I got is green crack, cush and skunk 1
Im in a super, super haze in a dumpster son
So pack a bowl if you wanna get high,
Shit pack 5 go ahead heres my pipe,
Fill it up right so it hits her clean
It's the weapon goin out to watch
Tell her what I mean

[Chorus]

White boys do that shit,
You throwin that shit down,
That beer and shit
12 pack, 48, 24's 48
White guys drink a lot of fuckin beer
God Damn

Crunk [X5]

[D-Loc]
Get crunk, crunk yeah,
Get crunk get crunk yeah
Give a fuck, roll a blunt
He said roll a blunt
He said get crunk
No he said roll a blunt
We getting drunk rockin mikes doin things that you wouldn't believe
Hey yo you need to pass the weed
Every day and every night
Hey yo mike stop the beat cuz I forgot my rhyme
(Fuck where'd I put that shit
Hey Patrick have you seen my book)
I need to get another drink you know I need another hit
I need to take another rip, I need to smoke another cig
Y'know the D double dash
And im seein state lit
You know the Kottonmouth Kings is killin this shit
(Yeah)
You got sumthin to say you need to say it right now
Cuz you cant deny that I move the crowd
Bottoms Up motherfuckers we 10 years deep
Give a fuck what you said,
Give a fuck what you think

[chorus X3]

That's about a blunt bitch to be in the ghetto,
Motherfuckers you see hangin around liquor stores
Turn that shit up like nothing
That Sisqo and shit, y'know that O that O.E.

The bullet, the bull drop, turn that shit up
You liein? Early in the morning turn that shit up
BOTTOMS UP

Crunk [X5]

[chorus X2]
[All]
Lets smoke a big chunk,
Getting high getting loose and get crunk
Bottoms Up we gonna make that shit bump
Everybody in the place come on jump jump

[Daddy X]
Its me friends Daddy X again,
Roll a fat joint, crack a Heineken,
I'm in the back room havin sex again
(Ooh not again)
Oh yes again
I'm addicted, smoked out and placid
Bottoms Up y'all raise your shot glasses
Shake your asses ladies let it hang out
Gotta get down show em what you all about
We came to raise hell,
Suck the bong,
We aint well till sweats drippin off our bong
(Last Call)
They aint rushin us outta here we goin all night
This here is all year
(Last Call)
We aint leavin here,
(Last Call)
I said we aint leavin here,
We takin over throwin out security,
Bottoms up whats up whos with me

[Chorus]

[Richter]
My drinks done, my glass is empty
1,2,3 shots now im feelin friendly
(whats up ladies)
You wanna tempt me, I love a challenge
I been known to drink liquor till I lose my balance
We getting drunk, drunk
We after crunk, crunk
We smoking skunk, skunk
We know what you want, want
The sticky shit that you only see in pictures,
The old G heads know it comes from Johnny Richter
Our reputation well it speaks for itself,
If you want the bomb shit you better come with some wealth
All I got is green crack, cush and skunk 1
Im in a super, super haze in a dumpster son
So pack a bowl if you wanna get high,
Shit pack 5 go ahead heres my pipe,
Fill it up right so it hits her clean
It's the weapon goin out to watch
Tell her what I mean

[Chorus]

White boys do that shit,
You throwin that shit down,
That beer and shit
12 pack, 48, 24's 48
White guys drink a lot of fuckin beer
God Damn

Crunk [X5]

[D-Loc]
Get crunk, crunk yeah,
Get crunk get crunk yeah
Give a fuck, roll a blunt
He said roll a blunt
He said get crunk
No he said roll a blunt
We getting drunk rockin mikes doin things that you wouldn't believe
Hey yo you need to pass the weed
Every day and every night
Hey yo mike stop the beat cuz I forgot my rhyme
(Fuck where'd I put that shit
Hey Patrick have you seen my book)
I need to get another drink you know I need another hit
I need to take another rip, I need to smoke another cig
Y'know the D double dash
And im seein state lit
You know the Kottonmouth Kings is killin this shit
(Yeah)
You got sumthin to say you need to say it right now
Cuz you cant deny that I move the crowd
Bottoms Up motherfuckers we 10 years deep
Give a fuck what you said,
Give a fuck what you think

[chorus X3]

this is your brain on drugs
check this out
this is your brain on drugs
i was like that before i started
this is your brain on drugs
see ya around buddy boy

Bring It, Bring It, Bring It, Bring It On

<i>[DADDY X]</i>
Oh no, here we go
Kottonmouth Kings about to blow
All because the way we roll
That underground way
Now 10 years later
There's a lot more player haters
But the love is overwhelming
Let me put it this way

Ima baller punk pimp; I'm a rollin' stone
Bonafide born mack
I'm always stoned to the bone
Got an underground palace with a custom made throne
Got my own fuckin' song on my cellular phone
So just leave a message 'cuz I'm never home

<i>[Chorus]</i>
So many years in this game and we still strong
So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
You talking shit you little bitch you wanna bring it, bring it on
You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs
Save your breath you cowards
You ain't got nothin to say
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cuz we live this way

<i>[D-LOC]</i>
Sick of all these fools talking shit
Eat a dick, you need to grow up like a man, bitch
You actin like a chick
Try to punk kottonmouth you'll get burnt like a wick
Give a fuck about your fame
I got under ground hits

Say we're not original
No budget for the videos
Don't push it to the radio
You got hyped up on them demo's
What you want from us (yeah) you need to just let us know Still lick nuts
cause the Industy's a bunch of punks!

<i>[RICHTER]</i>
You used to be a fan
So why you frontin', B
I just don't understand
Yo what you want from me?
Why you speakin, using my name with profanity?
It's gonna end up in one family's tragedy

Alcohol gets in you
Now your crazy hard
Only place you wanna face me's at the local bar
You karaoke kid. Shit. I keep thousands jumpin'
Only thing you get from me. nah. fuck it. you get nothin'

<i>[Chorus]</i>
So many years in this game and we still strong
So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
You talking shit you little bitch you wanna bring it, bring it on
You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs
Save your breath you cowards
You ain't got nothin to say
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cuz we live this way

<i>[DADDY X]</i>
Mr. Writer, Mr. Critic, Mr. Shitty Review
Mr. Big Shot Insider with your cynical view
Mr. Website ryda out in Kalamazoo
You're speakin' words untrue
So we say "Fuck You!"

<i>[RICHTER]</i>
On the phone barkin' like your some big assasin
When you gonna walk the walk
That's what I'm askin'
Blow so much smoke that for air I leave you gaspin'
Cryin' all alone while I'm with the homies laughin'

Hahahahahahahaha

Just keep your mouth shut
Breath smell like old garbage Actin' like you tough
Gettin' all hot and bothered
You like a little pup, lost without a collar
You got no home
I'm a leader; you a follower

<i>[D-LOC]</i>
I do, I do what I really wanna do
I bust it so much its you all know who
Who gonna wanna test the master D
I'm gonna get you all to stop and see
It's him right there with the Kottonmouth Kings
Pants sag, brown hair, no care no sing
cause what we start we will finish
In the end it will diminish

<i>[Chorus]</i>
So many years in this game and we still strong
So many haters that we had to prove dead wrong
You talking shit you little bitch you wanna bring it, bring it on
You play with BB guns we drop atomic bombs
Save your breath you cowards
You ain't got nothin to say
Workin' nine to fivers
Hate us 'cuz we live this way

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

(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!

(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!

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&nbsp;?? 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&nbsp;?? 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&nbsp;?? and refrain,
Johnny Richter's playin' games,
High as fuck ridin' trains took a plane to the cup&nbsp;?? 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

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&nbsp;??
But you undecided&nbsp;????
I decided everytime the shit was&nbsp;??
?????????????????????
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&nbsp;?? 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&nbsp;?? 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&nbsp;????

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)

Y2KMK, why not y'all
Suburban Noize Records with that 2000 sound
(??)

Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by
That's what happens when you get high
Head's always cloudy, words is lies
Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I.

Daydreamin' fazes, life elevated
Chillin' in the back of the bus getting faded
I blaze all hell with my dogs all day
Feelin' the rage with the blunt on stage

Too many knuckle heads fuckin' with my business
Soakin' up my 'fluence can I get a witness
Seven days deep in a smoked out haze
D-Loc rolled the T, Daddy X is in a daze

Smoke don't fight it, I watch your eyes
Surrounded by abuse and our boy is getting high
Presidential lies, keep on wondering why
We got the sound that you can't deny

Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by
That's what happens when you get high
Head's always cloudy, words is lies
Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I.

Lost in the world of distrust and greed, there's no time to blink,
So we plant our seeds, got no time to think
Always do what's real, speak what we feel, and pass the bill
You know, shit still ain't changed, Richter got game
Need to try and contain from the truth and refrain
If you don't know I'ma let it be known, I be in the penetration zone
That's some whole other shit, and I hold my own
D-Loc's the kinda kid with the bomb homegrown

Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by
That's what happens when you get high
Head's always cloudy, words is lies
Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I.

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

Life goes fast, like a blunt it don't last
Like flash to the past on the porch outside
Thinkin' of old times, sittin' around gettin' high
Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by

Anything you got we gonna put it to the test
Any strain, it's all the same
Call me the deep cess profess,
In the (??) high as fuck, amazing blacklights (??)
D-Loc and Johnny Richter straight BSO!

Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by
That's what happens when you get high
Head's always cloudy, words is lies
Daydreamin' fazes, I.S.I.

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,&nbsp;? black lights, we roll,
D-Loc and Johhny Richter straight BSO!

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

Yo 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.

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

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