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And the Beat goes "Blam"
Sweet sunshine climate makes bomb.. smoke that crypto California we dippin through the west im fittin' to blaze up the spot representin Killa Kali holdin it down for my crops with the beats that knock you know the kings shit bangs run and get my motherfuckers with the insane strain take it straight to the brain maybe clear out your vision KMK mob another funky expedition dont get the superstition kottonmouth is a king prime time fight night we in the middle of a ring Killa kali soldier born and raised living life in a daze kickin the walls of your maze but when its straight in your face living life with no shame take some attitude and truth and watch the power i bring Hail from California a rebel on the lose tell your governor in service to prepare another noose try to catch me if you can tell me what you wanna do They're runnin after me cuz im coming after you Killa Kali the place where the kush grow all the heads know we hold the best endo north cali all the way to Diego slang elbows lay real low nobody move in the room till we say so king klick flip scripts rips sick flows dont mistake the krown for a logo we're kings' of this shit if you didn't know now you know for the last fuckin time we from p-town drop down by if you wanna, you could come around but better get me high if you wanna, say it, P-Town, you better know when i wanna i could break it from the pound on down so as for the weed i could get you what you need in a hurry, got that sticky green and talk about hairs the shits furry so what you think you see i like my mothafuckin vision blurry so i'm bout to get my 215 It's a survival test comin straight from the west we bump this straight with krowns and K's on our chest everywhere that we creep we never get no sleep another twenty towns and then we'll be home free i shake em up everyday anyway every configuration straight to the pad like your girl's ass next bang theory hear me spoken out the nation kottonmouth kings killa kali rotation Killa Kali the place where the kush grow all the heads know we hold the best endo north cali all the way to Diego slang elbows lay real low nobody move in the room till we say so king klick flip scripts rips sick flows dont mistake the krown for a logo we're kings' of this shit if you didn't know now you know here comes the Judge biatch, hell as it approaches intelligent and humble, temperament call it ferocious i hit up on the roaches so i can stay high i promise that we smoke bud until the day that we die proper etiquette's a must when you're puffin with us when you step into the session kid im callin out bluff its like that when i blaze my shit we roll your spliff it better be legit when i'm deep in a session no questions please could you shut the fuck up and back up five feet let me smoke my weed in peace with my peeps big spleefs complete with keef is a kings treat |
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home sweet home
let me take a drink of my fuckin bud light yo richter light that joint yo X turn the porch light on welcome to the Suburbs where the grass is green home of the motherfuckin Kottonmouth Kings where days become night and nights become dreams where everything gets lost in a dream welcome to the block with the spot that call my home where the locks are unlocked the land of cellular phones where the kings was formed the true kings is from sittin right in orange county livin under the sun growin up in the burbs where the herbs the word the herb herb herb , you know the herbs the word we high as some birds in your ear is my turd dont test Kottonmouth or you might get served now you're gonna get served that'll kick to the curb where the King klick stay licks premium herb every day every day outta body outta mind take a trip with us deep behind the county line we hella hella high runnin from it one time never hit the shwag only smokin on the kind yo outta body outta outta mind Need a beer from the keg, but I'm to drunk to stand in line tho we in the king's dome with a bowl to the kind my body's feelin numb im going crazy outta body outta outta mind yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I got my old girl Caddy the color of a cookie lookin butter pecan cuz you know i can rollin way too cute on my way to Thriftys about to shoot a lil hoop and get a scoop for fity i bump it doo-ah diddy diddy dum growin up in the burbs drinkin beers havin fun and im always on the run with a sack in my pocket Kottonmouth Kings yo we the hot topic you'll find me rollin my truck just as high as fuck you'll find me hittin my bub on my to the pub you'll find me in mid arc on the way to my moms cause if i dont get high i won't be stayin to long you'll see me puffin jays on avenues and highways i might be rippin off my foldin portable vape and i never slip i'm always either smoke or drinking kind 99 percent of the time I'm going out of my mind we hella hella high runnin from it one time never hit the shwag only smokin on the kind yo outta body outta outta mind Need a beer from the keg, but I'm to drunk to stand in line tho we in the king's dome with a bowl to the kind my body's feelin numb im going crazy outta body outta outta mind yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yo welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green the home of the motherfuckin Kottonmouth Kings where days become nights and nights become dreams where everthing aint what it seems bout to get my buzz bloomin cuz its close to noon double grippin on the brew steady sippin till im through cuz i aint one to pound but i can go all day Loc and Ritcher never play get it straight get out our way remember back in the day we built ?? only rollin to the beach when its double overhead i go down to the waves to watch some kamikazi runs and if im outta joints im going home (you're done) hee haw, i think i heard a donkey, donkey you a weird motherfucker D recently i seen a new look in your eyes i been expanding my high searching for whats wise well i blister my thumb from flickin many bics you know i listen to my pops and call the neighbors fuckin' pricks special hits on the street no one knowing the line now im going outta body and outta outta mind |
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Now why you gotta cramp my style
you keep fuckin with my high and im about to get wild now why you gotta harrass the pot leaders harrass the people at expired parkin meters why you gotta pull me over as if i was that dude in the stolen Nova now why you gotta badge on your chest stay gun on your hip and that bullet proof vest now why you gotta act like you save your people you front that you care just so we can feel equal now why you gotta read me my rights would you read em to your wife fuck no jesus christ now why you gotta hand cuff me tight in the middle of the night treat me like a murder type now why you gotta gotta gotta nuttin gotta get outta my face bitch i know you like dunkins tell me why you wanna fuck with me just because im a Kottonmouth King i got no time for negativity so tell me why it;s always you against me to the men women and children that are catchin the feelin, of what i'm dealin' what is delt is felt helpin to melt, the laws that bother like some flowin liquefying lava, we quickly makin it hotter listen up and try to follow, now why you gotta pull me over in my van, give a ticket for a gram end up costin bout a grand, and why you gotta slow the fuck out of your roll, i know i'm not speedin i'm in cruise control, so now you gotta find another reason why, you can start flashin your lights start to violate my rights, i know your out there let me say your not alone, pigs bustin in your home guns drawn to your dome, why do you gotta have a chip on your shoulder, past all field test i said i was sober, i thought i told ya don't try to pull this on me, i know between procedure and police brutality, so tell me why do you insult me and claim stupidity, why you think your smarter cause your GED, I get high and fly I dont' drink and drive, and you fuckin with my flight so I gotta ask why tell me why you wanna fuck with me just because im a Kottonmouth King i got no time for negativity so tell me why it;s always you against me now everytime i turn the corner cop is all up in my business always tryin to plant shit, let me get a witness its gettin serious and funny to me another day another ticket takin money from me now they tried to pull us over cuz we bangin the bus the fish, johnny richter myself and the judge who can you trust when the world's corrupt its not that crooked ass cop that put my ass in the cuffs now why the hell he always stressin out my people they said protect and serve yet they never treat us equal all around the nation people striving to be equal another uprising they dont wanna see the sequel why you think you dont need no inviation to rustle through my house its a fucked up situation tearing up my pad searching for the cultivation justify the action through your racist legislation don't think i can't remember ever slippin in some shit, winding up behind some bars with purple rings around my wrists, havin to wait 10 hours just to take a fuckin piss, when your name is just a number as a person you don't exist, when you realize that no one really gives a fuck when you finally realize when you start to get back up, to many people i know for bullshit have got locked up, to many times i asked why so now i gotta say what |
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are ya living to live
are you living to die are you living a tale are you living a lie you got one life to life are you living it right you've got one life to live who wants to ride everyday i do it my way live my life the way i dont care what they say dying daze ridin till my dyin daze im sick of watchin birds spill im sick of chasin dollar bills im sick of systems tryin to seal my fate i'd rather taste the sunshine with some endo i wanna climb waterfalls all day i wanna open sky with my psychedelic eye i wanna ride around the world today and if i never make it home i know my soul is gonna roam im gonna ride until my dying day ridin till my dyin daze i've been all around the world from the east to the west japan to LA i said damn take a breath livin life fast put the rest in the past till my dyin daze i'll go ridin to the last and until my dying days i'm living life to the fullest, staring at the rip cord wondering when i should pull it, thinkin i wanna stop but know i gotta go faster, gonna go till i'm broke then throw me out to pasture alright johnny richter ? get the picture knowin damn well how we flip these scriptures the beats gonna hit ya, ya feel that vibe its a dance hall funk with the punk rock rhyme so get down to pit cause its gonna explode, circle gonna blow from the first distant go, whether hittin 5th wide or chargin 12 step gaps, thats it when you commit cause theres no turning back. ridin till my dyin daze im sick of watchin blood spill im sick of chasin dollar bills im sick of systems tryin to seal my fate i'd rather taste the sunshine with some i wanna climb waterfalls all day i wanna open sky with my psychedelic eye i wanna ride around the world today and if i never make it home i know my soul is gonna roam im gonna ride until my dying day ridin till my dyin daze last chance gotta chose a path, either hit the brakes or give a fist full of gas, give a last push on hope your pegs on tight, cause loose screws won't do in the middle of flight. naw get it right doc you know loc loc rocked it every time i spit you know it sits in the pocket we the hot topic like dub for sale dloc and johnny richter got it wrapped in the mail we was sent first class signed sealed and inked overnight express with all the free drinks, what'd you really think didn't know bout the team, you know you wish you would've known we rolled 15 deep Johnny Richter, Daddy X, Big Pak, and Loc Dog Boy, Bobby B and Lou Dog's fro on the road doin shows with Munchyz clothes and everybody knows that i spit these flows |
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Ripin sound from a pipe
Welcome to the Hidden Stash Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Door opens, says " Ok Ok " ,and closes {they say some stuff that I cant here here} Bong bubblin What do u think Bong bubblin Welcome to the hidden Stash Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Canabus THC Bong Bubbling You wernt exspecting it Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Bong Bubbling Door shuts Bong Bubbling Welcome to the Hidden Stash Hhhhaaaaa Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa You wernt exspecting it Hhhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Hhhaaaaa Should be played in High volume Preferably in a Residental area Babopio is Babopio is do about this time Bong hit sound on the Bud burning |
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We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation
You swept them under the rug cuz we was Caucasian Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation We don't give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station Kottonmouth Kings serves the underground nation oh no I'm back in the scene still same car same zip code didn't move too far same old friends same old story drink throw up then puke and rally same old pets I still got Ed quit smokin bogues now i get head instead same old bed but i got new sheets cause the ass i hit now yo you wouldn't believe still smokin pot still dodgin cops two things in my life that are never gonna stop still drivin high bust the same ol tricks 50-50 on the lip kick flip off the hit same ol jokes pop the same size tokes still hit the river in the same dope boats still no coke but smoke an ounce a day and any jay in the rotation is done Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Forever circulating on a quest to be free God damn i got some worn out shit The same old pants and the dirty ass lid My worn out socks and my worn out shoes Still got the same ol sweaters that i never even use I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house It's all fuckin faded cuz i always pass out My bike still rolls you know the BK's a ripper My skate's gettin old but i got some new stickers ?? the faders leeking over broke another bong and lost a big nug of ganja ?? just got burned by some candles i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass and the pressure from the faucet for the the water dont blast im gonna lose it my shits goin south on me I"m done damn i need some money Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Same ol X same punk rock veins Same bounced checks just sign different names Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains Same dirty thought, I'm a dick for brains Same ol story same ol routine same nympho same old butt feind same ol player same old ass ways same ol number back from my club days Same ol Same ol we got some new shit I just bought a truck and i got a new crib well you got a new crib i just purchased a pound I'm bout to chop it all up and slang it around my town well i'ma need about 4 to drop my price to the ground whoa it ain't as serious as it sounds whoa to the people that have laid the foundation Bob Marley, Cypress Hill, 2-Short, and Total Devistation |
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why does people always wanna know about Richter?
what I do is smoke how much I really smoke if I got as many bongs as I claim if my barks about drinkin is just a game when is enough? *music starts* drinkin' vodka, Blue Label, Schirnoff on the rocks used to have my sack but I left it at Pac's fake rips got me trippin' shit I almost got lost walkin' up to my old crib comin' from the garage but the night ain't over yet I got places to go hit the bong and get faded but I needed some mo' I told 'em make sure it's mean but when you brought my green it was on the B.C. so I only got a faze know what I mean? if you don't, that's my lingo a faze is an eighth I don't want more than an eighth if It ain't crypt out on the plate sayin' it ain't crypt doesn't mean that it ain't kind it just means the herb you got ain't close to half as good as mine that's right the truth hurts but not as bad as the dirt comin' up through your throat when you choke and that's my word damn that shit burns I don't even like to think about the kottonmouth you'd suffer if you didn't have a drink *chorus starts* cause these are the types of things I do and these are the types of tales I tell people ask me if I smoke, I say I do and the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell *chorus ends* wake up when I want cause that's the life I lead out every night, takin' trips every week hangin' out with my peeps, just livin' the life only smokin' out of glass when you hittin' metal pipes and passports, gettin' filled you know the show be tight if KMK's on the bill cut rock, get lock, kicks never seem to stop when the crowd gets tired it's their heads that bop I got a job but I ain't callin' it work gettin' paid to smoke herb ain't work it's absurd Kottonmouth Kings takin' over this millenium Suburban Noize family, I know you will be feelin' 'em comin' out your stereo and seein' us on stage leave thousands of stunts, leavin' ladies in a daze people shocked and amazed the weak-hearted seem to faint when they take one hit off of Johnny Richter's dank cause I keep goin' continue with the flowin' like the rappers on my corners people say that I am goin' ever flowin' like my hydro when my rap is gettin' far grab a hundred pounds of chronic then a fancy fuckin' car *chorus starts* cause these are the types of things I do and these are the types of tales I tell but ask me if I smoke, I say I do and that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell cause these are the types of things I do and these are the types of tales I tell but ask me if I smoke, I say I do and that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell *chorus ends* stumble in the front door, throw my jacket on the ground looked left, looked right, shit I looked all around the house is all quiet, didn't hear a single sound grabbed a bottle of Bicardi and proceeded to pound about a quarter way through, 'bout eleven thirty-two headed to Del Taco cause I need to get some food if not I'm gonna puke and I don't want that shouldn't have drank twenty, bi'ch shouldn't have smoked ten bags relax, that is my stomach of course shit was comin' up fast and it was chargin' with force now past my vocal chord, quickly approachin' my teeth throwin' up every color; yellow, red, orange, green and there it was for me to see right infront of my eyes a burrito, two tacos, and my chili-cheese fries now there's a lesson to learn if you listen right here beer lickin', never sip the liquor and you in the clear *chorus starts* cause these are the types of things I do and these are the types of tales I tell but ask me if I smoke, I say I do and that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell *chorus ends* don't worry about it Johnny Richter out smokin' the fuckin' planet all day long don't forget I was an underage alcoholic before you was hittin' the bong been smokin' for over a decade got ten years under my belt and I ain't even twenty-four don't worry about it *record scratching "Devestating to your ear"* |
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Wasted away
trapped in their maze gotta get out My punk rock's dirty my hip hop's clean one side has rust the other triple beam one side is crazy phat the other's pissed and mean half of me's got problems the other lives a dream well im bi polar im confused split personality i dont know which to chose one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor count me out a thousand times i still come back for more we barely just began but already your done get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it's time for you to dash where you gonna go when it's time to dash grab your sack don't forget your cash life moves fast gotta chose your path live while you live cuz it might be your last watch your back it might be over sometimes i feel bi polar i get confused i dont know where to go so i stop.. slow the tempo I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse with crooked views at first I questioned and these unpaid dues confuse me not no second guessin session veterans never lose grab your pipe cuz you look confused rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues life's a bitch we win or lose how many people don't got a clue dont got a clue gotta figure it out Kottonmouth Kings will put it in your mouth eeh haw don't feed the donkeys me and my honkeys smoke that sonkey yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye got nothin got nothing to say the system is full of sharks the water's not that deep a bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve their poisoning my weed i think im gonna bleed and now im gonna jump well im bi polar im confused split personality i dont know which to chose one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor count me out a thousand times i still come back for more suburbs surprise open you eyes and get a grip on your scene realize your life's alive and not a fairytale dream most comfortable with slow flow shows how I like my things and never pass a packed bowl unless you know there's some green like whoa burning to the floor im feelin faded give me some more drank a beer and rolled a spliff i do what i do you suck my dick if you dont like it i dont give a fuck i just took a shit and i just threw up blow it out your butt and out my throat i choke and slow the tempo going going gone just put it out of the park another win for home team just put the bite with our bark just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark you'll never get your bowl burnin if you don't got the spark pick it back up cuz you might get piped slow your roll put your shoes on tight too much smokin you might get done im done nothin no one one side throw up the other side full of love how many live today got nothing but a big phat blunt UR-done got nothin got nothing to say got nothin Ur-done |
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where you gonna go when you can't get high now
who you gonna call when you feel so low where you gonna turn for some inspiration new destinations is where we should go Confused in life in the middle of the night I'm sittin' up with my pipe like my candles I'll burn thinkin' about my baby the one that really loved me and the time we spent together callin each other honey the separation hurts i learned from my loneliness cryin to myself thinkin about the last kiss but things got funny we had two different lives so much time apart and not enough by her side being without my girl yo im feelin kinda empty the joy that you've given me can't compare to anybody moments we shared they was like no other the bond that we have built it slowly became a cover but that's how it goes five years down the road i was away doin shows and let my love up in the cold i can't ever forget what had happened now its gone i wanna give you props and shout you out in my song where you gonna go when you can't get high now who you gonna call when you feel so low where you gonna turn for some inspiration new destinations is where we should go new destinations is where we should go now you can only go up if you feel so low I can't believe i'm alive survivin in the world but will i live till 25 i'd bet the farm read my palms when you look in these eyes theres no room inside for crooked scams or evil plans not wishin harm I offer out my hand to any man and when a man extends his hand I offer blessings on his land upon completion of passage earning respect for your word build on a strong foundation straight conserve barely splurge ya gotta plan for the future and take care of yourself to live a long happy life you never needed no wealth just be stealth with what your givin make decisions to invest envision in your mind then hit the kind and be blessed erase the stress (let it go) simply cut that shit you be ruining your day over the same bullshit and last surpass your past and go don't let your fate be controlled you should know reach for your goals and that the rest will be gold so? where you gonna go when you can't get high now who you gonna call when you feel so low where you gonna turn for some inspiration new destinations is where we should go new destinations is where we should go now you can only go up if you feel so low my soul radiates a light that transcends my high i digest the universe right though my third eye in touch with my breath expand it opens me wide these spirits connect transform and collide some stay in touch while others divide some flow and dive and hang around for the ride some haven't lived until one has died shedding your skin born again from inside so follow the light into a new life take a deep breath relax and open your eyes reality is yours its what you decide take a deep breath and open your eyes Baby listen i forgot to tell you something my life's been a mess without Ami & Dustin I been depressed popped a couple of biscuits been staying out all night gettin fucked up what is this all i feel is the ghost from your presence thinking about the times we spent together im fucking over it its too hard reminiscing to the past we had way too much love and thats a fact it makes me sad but i gots to move on so i packed up my stuff grabbed my bong and wrote a song wondering where my next destination's gonna take me and how long i got love for ami but now she's gone gone you got to move on life's short you got to move on loves gone its makin you strong keep a smile on ur face kid its time to move on where you gonna go when you can't get high now who you gonna call when you feel so low where you gonna turn for some inspiration new destinations is where we should go new destinations is where we should go now you can only go up if you feel so low |
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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 |
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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 |
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as we toke through these ozones
plant homegrown family trees we blow endo smoke microphones spreadin new philosophies as we transcend these time zones there is no guarantee so we live fast some die young we smoke our family trees hey fool its the L O to the C Livin life in the fast lane or so it seems Tourin the country in a big ass bus Fulfillin my dreams smokin buds is a must now a days is rough Babylon is a bitch im twitchin and dippin just to smoke my shit with a spliff to my lip im quick to trip equipt with rips and a bottomless pit water bubbling i'm stumbling i can't stand straight the land of the free on paper looks great the home of the brave enforced by guns breakin tribal ties to our father the sun mother earths rebirth its time to sew new seeds negative is how you live so what you gonna reap good things are sure to come to those who truly believe now i ain't tryin to preach thats just simply my sleaze as we toke through these ozones plant homegrown family trees we blow endo smoke microphones spreadin new philosophies as we transcend these time zones there is no guarantee so we live fast some die young we smoke our family trees microphone check it i came to wreck it don't ask no questions im breakin all the records in sections its my time to shine its my time to climb the whole world is mine im a freeze it for no reason with one line ima catch you while you're sleepin in the middle of the night in your sheets i'll be creepin and deceivin and i know you can't believe what ya'll seen but im seekin out the people that are reekin what im speakin and the seasons off the hizza ? all my ink im thinkin about the weekend while im easin in my region ??? and im flowin like the breeze easily acheived but your eyes deceive im in it for life stayin high till i die dloc's no gimmick just look me in the eyes and if you got something to say we can solve it right now thrownin strikes for the mound and you just got wound as we toke through these ozones plant homegrown family trees we blow endo smoke microphones spreadin new philosophies as we transcend these time zones there is no guarantee so we live fast some die young we smoke our family trees transferring transactions check the note in your bag its a message from the kings letting you know you've been had they stole your past brainwashed you in class and if you didn't listen they'd beat your ass react fast when i blast i was built to last didn't make mass my car ran out of gas that was a joke now laugh what you need another snap you better look in the mirror while i reflect off my glass this world is clipped and its gettin me pissed living life in a hole im gonna die in this abyss with one last wish and that's to legalize weed so my seeds can smoke because its in my genes nothing's for free cept the bud on the branch these family trees are sittin in my sack i creep beneath the everlasting underground and thats on me, Dloc from P-Town as we toke through these ozones plant homegrown family trees we blow endo smoke microphones spreadin new philosophies as we transcend these time zones there is no guarantee so we live fast some die young we smoke our family trees |
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In the aftermath, of a battle won
we celebrate with the rising sun Sub Noize tribe good god we on the run and we wont stop till the war is won because we strong like a green beret special forces of peace and unity day to day song to song the battle rages on replenishing my soul the mighty power of my zong when i'm thinking bout back home when i'm wondering why how'd i end up on the road what's the effect on my life why like a fugitive we on the run runnin like were under the gun you know we do it all for you because your motives are true we're on the run till the war is won our work ain't done you know we'd rather be with you on the road doin shows my life's been crazy for the past 5 years its been me and my lady only good things come for those who truly believe all the time i spent alone i never thought i would leave so in life i live and learn i aint takin nothin back with the things that have happened that are makin me sad another day goes by gotta show respect its a love that i give and that i dont regret another town down another show we musta wrecked another day close to being home i get, with the tears blood and sweat the sacrifices made, if there were fans and a P.A. then we wanted to play, way before gettin paid way back when we was dreamin', when i worked the nine to five to cover up the triple beamin, when i never thought of leavin have you always by my side, how'd i end up on the road what's the effect on my life why like a fugitive we on the run runnin like were under the gun you know we do it all for you because your motives are true we're on the run till the war is won our work ain't done you know we'd rather be with you ?????? penetrating zongs the freedom fights on we multiplying like clones every day's a new day gettin high feel lovely enlighten minds we're trying to rise above see for too long they haven't treated us right their motives wrong cause its the people they fight we sing this song so everybody unite freedom fighters keep pushin on |
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Hey hit this motherfucker
Hit that shit, hit that bitch It's 4:20.. We got love.. Is this motherfucker on? At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn Chronic sticks in the door Visions of bongs being burned D-loc just call me a stoner A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker People puffin stress aint living right But i aint going out without my pipe See every time I pull a load, i start sweatin, smoke starts coming out my nose There's somebody slangin' some sacks But i don't know who it is so I'm watching my back It's a cop and he's deep undercover When i toke i wont see the motherfuckers He got a Caddy like our own A sack of fruit and a bong like my own Some might say, take a chill D But fuck that shit there's a pig trying to diss me I popped in the rip of my indo Every 20 seconds i be smoking another bowl Investigating joints for traps Checkin my herb for a branch I'm staring at my girl on the corner It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her I got a big afro I drive old cars Ain't nobody roll like me It's like I'm a movie star But late at night something ain't right Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow lights Is it that dude tryin' to steal all my crops Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks Or is it that one claimin' he had the power Tryin' to grow herb but it was hemp pure no flower Reach under my seat grabbed ?? ain't no use ror me lyin, They were scareder than a motherfucker Transplant complete and i told them all 65 days and that shit will be done with Ounce nugs just like i figured Cannabis cup, kings blend is the winner And what i saw make your head start wringlin Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens I live by the bud I take my clones everywhere i go because I'm paranoid I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners My mind's playing tricks on me Day by day its more impossible to cope Daddy X movin up pounds of dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Slanging buds, got a door to door service Knee deep in the motherfuckin business Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness I got ? about 3 in each ? pop 2 15's fuck wit me down in O.C. The punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter Something about his x girl that he dicked her I got phat sounds in my ride Way too many friends that have died I got a baby girl to look after I play the role like a motherfuckin actor Big daddy plant seeds in my wife Plan on being down for life Got the baddest bitch in the whole city With 2 fat big round big ass titties And they the types i be suckin on D-loc come and back up my zong My motherfucking sacks' getting lonely My minds playing tricks on me I'm feeling high my sacks getting lonely Goddamn homie, my minds playing tricks on me This year 420 fell on a weekend Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating Robbin' little kids for sacks But the swagman got behind our ass Broke the fuck out and said lets Skate to my house sucker sittin down by my gate We were in for a session no doubt Reached in my pocket you know what i pulled out The G13 then the zong was delivered But this battle just called for something bigger A bong about six or seven feet A specialty piece i envisioned in my sleep Pulled out the triple beam on em Dropping them motherfuckin Gs on em The more i smoke the more high i grew Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too Then i felt just like fiend The shit was brown, man it wasn't even green I was high as fuck in the street And to top it all off i broke my zong on the concrete Goddamn homie, my mind is playing tricks on me |
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