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[D-LOC] you know the king klick, yeah we got the bomb weed, We got the southern kali shit that make ya eyes bleed, Daddy x, d-loc and that boy Johnny richter, bdub, big pak, lou, munchyz the heavy hitter [Hook] Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? It's in my backpack , but you can't touch that Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? I need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? You know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at So where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? Somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at [Verse 1 - Daddy X] It's on this time, in my prime blowin hella smoke I got the mountain side growing going out for broke We got them hillside's saturated Koast II Koast I got a sack in my sock, an ounce in my coat I got a fat bud in the case of my guitar I got the flavour of the month chillin in the jar I got that Whitehouse buying president I got that Nassau spaceship THC I got some weed in my garage and under my bathroom sink Ounce in my xbox living room by my TV I got a nug on my desk and in my dresser drawer And when I'm running low my hidden stash is in the floor Furthermore I got some backup underneath the stairs And the eighth I got stashed in my underwear Wrapped in my sweaty balls , that's why I'm flying high You wanna take a lick, trick , taste it good life... [Hook] Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? It's in my backpack , but you can't touch that Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? I need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? You know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at So where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? Somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at [Verse 2 - Richter] Wanna know where the weeds at? well I'll give u a hint. Just follow the scent rising outta my tent. Imp flowing outta the vents into a Lincoln cont. Or my dropped Cadillac bc I done did it again. I'm back to ballin to win, don't let me hold it all in I only need five breaths but fucking calling it 10 Getting control of those ends, blowing smoke like the wind I'm back to Rollin in my bus, don't even let me begin Cause when I'm in it , I'm in, when I'm out it, I'm out These cats are loopy bout prints they got a problem no Doute, I call it fifty fin and my lair's my house, I got one rule there it's don't show up unannounced Gotta call before you roll through, get the all cool I might be like wait up , yo I'll call you Cause no one knows what Johnny Richter's got chronic But when it's cracking, we be the toughest motherfuckers that's cracking But anyway... Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? It's in my backpack , but you can't touch that Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? I need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? You know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at So where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? Somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at [Verse 3 - D-LOC] I got the bomb weed, you know I'm blowin hella tokes I got the good shit that leave you laid up on the floor I got the crip nugs, i got the big sacks I got the type of bud that kick you in your fuckin ass I got the type of weed that make you wanna bug out Without a doubt the type of shit that get you drug out We getting super high, we gettin super ripped We puttin it down for all the weed smokin klicks So where's the weed at ?, i need to roll a blunt Put that shit back , fill it up, don't front, lick it up , stick it, burn it Smoke it to the butt, finish that shit and roll another one up. So... [Hook] Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? It's in my backpack , but you can't touch that Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? I need to take a rip , quick, tell me where the weed's at Where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? You know I'm holding, always knowing where the weed's at So where's the weed at?, yo, where's the weed at? Somebody's gotta know where the muthafuckin weed's at |
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No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our
hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle Watch out, back up, cause this is the fast lane I got a lead foot, heavy boots, and 3 hoots on my brain Ride looks like its on fire, but you know my engine's clean I'm just smoking the tires, racing off every green Step up, Step up, If you got a little somethin' But your rev better be louder then my system that is bumpin' Don't come round me talkin shit if you're not built to the brim Cause now you gonna get whipped, I never lose, I always win Where you at, right here, and there's plenty more comin' See when the Kings' is in the house, everybody comes runnin' Meetin in the parking lot, to smoke pot before the shows Hookin up with all the ladies, takin home all the ho's We having fun, Fuck Yeah, Will it stop, Fuck No I'd still be tokin', blowin' endo even if I was broke Ain't that right D-Loc (hell mothafuckin' yeah!) Fuck a fist or middle finger, throw your horns in the air. No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle Fuck everybody if you said I couldn' rap Your kickin fiction and I'm kickin facts And it's like that You aint nothing but a fag Let m e write it on my pad Just to get you mad Now Day's it's seems like everybody on edge walkin over pit's of fire on a skinny ledge I'm going full bored fallin till f fall out Graduated High School But a college drop out that don't mean shit because this not turning back. I got my bong my buds and my baseball bat ready for what eva at any time would eva You gotta have that mental or this shit o'l get you no where Got be cleava and put it all together Remember that sayin I float like a feather come on dog how could you think that you got it twisted do the math. No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models- No turnin back now no turnin back now daze tensions high seems everyone's on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle |
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Creep, creep, I'm on the creep The creep for the kind bud O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack All I learn, I'll head for burn BSO's got my back Right on, right on brother, blaze on You better rip that shit, rip it It's that 1605 shit, real hunnington beats Backyard fucking, garage style (Chorus): Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the fifteens while they're hitting in my trunk Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck (Verse) Saint Dog: Well I'm that kid that the bitches talk about Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing) Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play You hear humble gods from a mile away All the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping D-Loc is mumbling, (I got a little something) Well he passed me a hornet and I took a sip Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip Came to halt at an intersection Turned up the music at my discretion D-Loc in the back said what do I see A jeep full of freaks just staring at me D-Loc was right, they were in a range rover Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over They got out the car and stepped to my side I said, hello ladies let's take a ride I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man Daddy X is the one that's driving the van So climb on in and don't be shy We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly Once again I said it, my name's ST It's just another day of a P-T-B Come on, come on (Chorus)x2 Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride (Verse) Saint Dog: I was living my life on a nine to five Up early in the morning trying to survive Chump change, it's a shame, with no education No inspiration, no destination, But now my occupation is to do what I like Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic Because if I don't rock it, then another sucker will And if you don't jock it, then I can't pay the bills Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage Said Saint, represent for the underage Same damn year, my face is up and raised Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge D-Loc: No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze T-T-T-twicking a twine all day Come on, come on (Chorus)x3 D-Loc's on the mic, rip rip shit up (Verse) D-Loc: It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee) Plant you in the ground, let you drift like a daisy That shit's in my system makes my life kind of hazy My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum It's about time to compute your math Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph See I've tripped before, but never like this Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss I wont fake the funk, when I'm smoking on a skunk That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk And like Micky Mantle, I can switch my stance I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced My flows are silky soft, like I'm writing them in lotion And I'm a lyricist, that's poetry in motion To each town, to each house, I cause mass commmotion ?????? take it all for my potion Farewell to all and to all goodnight I'm leaving these ??? out all night Wait wait wait you said ??? that shit will suck you up Get off the ??? and rock the bump Come on (Chorus)x1 Biotch! |
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Fire it up Fire it up Fire it up [x4]
Salu-Mutha Fuckin-Tations Glad you came i see you got a reputation Your in for a night full of blunts and beers. Drinks and pits come on in dont fear. Now it might get a liltle restless But we're all family relax dont stress You best get out your seats and move to the front When you hear KMK say FIRE IT UP. Kottonmouth's here smoke that pit Every single night we get high and dont trip 24-7,365 all around the world we smoke herb world wide So who got the chronic up in the building With the buds in my system yo i catch the feeling Lets fire it up cuz tonights the night D-Loc got a smoke who got a mother fuckin Light Kottonmouth Kings Fire it up Fire it up Fire it up People always wanna know just what they wanna know Fire it up How much herb we really smoke and how do we rip this show Fire it up How come high times magazine never put us on they front Fire it up 10 Years deep in this spot for weed now what more could they want Fire it up Kottonmouth kings Fire it up Fire it up Fire it up The kids back with style chronicals Comin in backwards to get D-Loc With the with the weed smoke Kottonmouth No joke Where the weed heads at where the weed at We bout to kick back kick rhymes 12 pack of the kick down and just sit back so relax Or get slapped where you at? Now solve them im about to ball boy shit I aint no decoy im about to destroy Mass a microphone and a mutha fuckin tall boy Pad to the bone spation im like elboy see What you have here is a certified pit Walk into the party with a old school limp Float through the party like the good year blimp Shrimp on the Bar-B marinated in hemp Kottonmouth kings Fire it up Fire it up Fire it up People always wanna know just what they wanna know Fire it up How much herb we really smoke and how do we rip this show Fire it up How come high times magazine never put us on they front Fire it up 10 Years deep in this spot for weed now what more could they want Fire it up Kottonmouth Kings Fire it up Fire it up Fire it up [x4] We the cannabis plant and it hit another nation Jump with time and it showers legal nation Jump with time so i plant the cultivation Its Kottonmouth we get higher elevation I got a fleet of mary jane light my lady on fire But if im in a good mood i use my Vaporizer If im pissed i use a zippo or a blow torch Lightin bowls in the back yard or the front porch Aye Yo, You cant take the heat Get the hell out the kitchen Call me a chef with the rhymes i be dishin Like bakin no snitch you know we breakin bread D-Loc dont play got to get out my way. Kottonmouth Kings Fire it up Fire it up Fire it up People always wanna know just what they wanna know Fire it up How much herb we really smoke and how do we rip this show Fire it up How come high times magazine never put us on they front Fire it up 10 Years deep in this spot for weed now what more could they want Fire it up |
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It's time to smoke
Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit Talking shit, ain't worth a lick You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof Blow the roof off like an atom bomb D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix shit if it ain't broke We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes, Motherfuckers Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin' Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin' I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag, It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop, DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot Take from us, better not Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??) D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat (??) down my throat, took off my coat Was it wet? It was soaked Out smoke you? Not really, nope Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke Brain transformed, like I was on the dose Provoke, no coke, I never done roak You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast On the coast to coast, deep in the post Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope (I see that I might have underestimated him You have obviously underestimated my power) Blaze all day, every day Each way, the right way My way, greenhay, we high Been there done that Big blunts, fat sacks Hit it fast, make it last First class, we blaze |
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First I hit the sweet leaf, and then I have nice dreams When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say I stay blazed all day, no matter where I'm creepin' Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends You'll see smoke risin', Just who could it be It's my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C. Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs. Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds Thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand off I got some purple Kush did you bring the sand box? Let's bounce some bud so we can make a little keefe Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree Everybody in the scene know we blow the most dosha That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders. "We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered "We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper "Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter "Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja" You'll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, doin my thing Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin' kind of nauseous But I played it cool and pulled a few snapps Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap Dippin through the whole place, nowhere else I'd rather be Then smokin' weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D. 24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer Beer drinkers, pill poppers, acidheads and freaks All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks Kottonmouth signed a one-way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chromic D-Loc said it, so don't you 4get it It's 4-4-2-0 and I blow endow. "We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered "We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper "Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter "Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja" We got all types" at 4-2-0 We talkin pounds Roll that shit up Pass it around So pack it tight Turn up these sounds This is your right, so live it now (now, now) Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double vision And I ain't no mathematician, more like a stoney musician But I get a little help from my friends when in need Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I'm seein in three's Four-five-six-double dash it's D I'm always drinkin beer and I'm always smoking weed Hanging in the streets, just doing my thing Puttin it down for the herb with the Kottonmouth Kings All these hours and days inter-face with the planet With bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic I transplant my mental to truly titanic Fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addicts The session begins right upstairs in my attic We bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it The next time you see us don't take us for granted We're all getting lifted just the way that we planned it so? "We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered "We talkin pounds" These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper "Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter "Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja" "We got all types"- At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered These anti-heroes are just here to serve you proper "Roll that shit up" So leave those blessings right up here upon the alter "Pass it around" at 4-2-0 everybody's burnin Ganja" At 4-2-0 |
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Peace of mind, Peace of mind (chorus) We want peace whoa We want a peace of mind It's times like this I wanna leave the world behind We want peace whoa We want a peace of mind I wanna take a little piece of my herb and get this whole world high. (Richter) Some body please explain Cause all we want is to be treated the same Just live in peace with peace of mind Enjoy the earth, this life and my kind (my kind) Right now it's time to celabrate Relax, Kick back put your feet up forget to hate. (chorus) (Daddy X) Is it me or has this world gone crazy Last chance, Last dance for us baby Bombs are droppin body's poppin like the last days Now I finally understand how crime pays Its the plan that's designed through corruption Total domination, mass destruction Or mass distraction you do the math When 1+1 don't equal 3 no It's like a sickness that they don't want the cure for Apocalyptic and only been sured for It's like we're doomed and were headed for our last days I wanna peace of mind, everlastin (chorus)x2 (D-loc) KottonMouth Kings need to open up your mind With the kind come and get a dose of reality Think about the good things in life Because negativity only brings fatality, fatalities bring broken hearts, tears, flowers, caskets people crying, love ones dying I see my friends going down the wrong path so I realize Keep on striven stay true to myself and try to find my peace of mind Thank you baby. (chorus)x2 |
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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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<i>[LOC]</i>
Suburban Noize Records Go Kottonmouth Kings 2004 We got this punk hip-hop shit on lock. <i>[Chorus]</i> We are the Outcast's. Running renegades. Modern day anti-hero's. Making room for better days. Punkers and rebels. Wild in the streets. Fighting for our freedom. We got our own beliefs. O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast Now we got u watchin' us we're Outcast, Outcast. O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast Now we got u watchin' us we're Outcast!!!! (Motherfuckers....bitch) <i>[DADDY X]</i> ??Stoners Reeking Havoc we run this shit. Anarchistic punk rock clique.?? <i>[RICHTER]</i> Mashin' the fuck out. Rippin' the town up. Runnin' amuck. Getting kicked out of strip clubs. Fools ?? friends limo bus. Ounce of crypt buds. You can't fuck with us. <i>[LOC]</i> D-Loc, you can label me an Outcast. Runnin' through you city like a motherfuckin' house rat. I stay punk rock on some D.G.A.F. shit. Don't Give A Fuck type hype beotch. <i>[RICHTER]</i> Got it tatted on my arm, my boys 1st time blastin'. Think I'm a freak, look at you when I'm laughin'. You work at 99%, nuff said. I'm livin in the one with the Krown on my head. <i>[LOC]</i> Kottonmouth's smoked out. All Krown down. Born in OC, representing P-Town. With the real type beats that vibrate your speaks. Hip-hop punk rock we just don't stop. Go This is Rip-Hop. Punk Rock Hip Hop Ain't no-one else hit this shit, what? <i>[Chorus]</i> We are the Outcast's. Running renegades. Modern day anti-hero's. Making room for better days. Punkers and rebels. Wild in the streets. Fighting for our freedom. We got our own beliefs. O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast Now we got u watchin' us we're Outcast, Outcast. O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast Now we got u watchin' us we're Outcast!!!! <i>[LOC]</i> Now we some modern day rebels getting' wild in the streets. Don't disrespect us. Love us don't hate us. Label me an Outcast. Go on. Now we some modern day rebels gettin' wild in the streets. If you disrespect you can test my reach. I'll box you eye. In the flick of a wrist. Pull enough weight to crack the concrete. <i>[RICHTER]</i> We got dogs in every state, county, city and we building. Throw something at me and your catching a filling. We an underground ?? creppin' deep beneath. Spredin like disease from the west to the east. <i>[ALL Chant]</i> Call us the Outcasts say what you gonna say. 'Cuz we are the Outcasts of this society. So call us the Outcasts we wear the name with pride. 'Cuz we are the Outcasts of Suburban Noize Tribe. <i>[DADDY X]</i> Come original or don't come at all. <i>[LOC]</i> You radio song suck's. Fuck um. Bitch. Go <i>[Chorus]</i> We are the Outcast's. Running renegades. Modern day anti-hero's. Making room for better days. Punkers and rebels. Wild in the streets. Fighting for our freedom. We got our own beliefs. O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast Now we got u watchin' us we're Outcast, Outcast. O-U-T-C-A-S-T Outcast, Outcast Now we got u watchin' us we're Outcast!!!! <i>[LOC]</i> Told you mother fuckers. We on that new new new shit. Kick it like some donkeys in this bitch. Suburban Noize Records, '04. Ain't none of you mother fuckers doin' shit like we're doin' it. We got the Underground on lock, Bitch!!! |
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Muthafucka's You know the Kottonmouth Kings done did this shit You know the Kottonmouth Kings yo just dont stop You know the Kottonmouth Kings is 10 years deep You know the Kottonmouth Kings gives a fuck what you think Ya'll muther fuckers better back the fuck up, stop runnin your mouth talkin shit bout the klick It's the motha fuckin Kottonmouth Kings bitch! Get with the King klick <i>[Richter]</i> Now we done did this shit And we still do this shit Ya'll need to quit your lip Get with the King klick! Our klick be the sickest Your klick act like bitches Ya'll wanna get some riches Get with the King klick! Now everybody stackin' the dough Everybody with the papers that wants some mo' yea Everybody thats on the grind, yea serve anybody all day anytime uh Drive-up teller service right to my back gate That's the way I ran my game back at 1228 D, B, JR and A what can I say we used to run it nonstop Sellin' nitrous, acid, extacy, shrooms, pills and a whole lotta pot Makin' and spendin money Just laughin and actin' funny Throwin' parties and pullin' honeys...?? <i>[Daddy X]</i> They call me X-Tra-X See im the realest yet Im like that old school vet, put your whole crew to the test Ill knock you out your socks, run your ass off the stage Im pushin major weight, makin plays like Willie Mays Over the shoulder i get colder as the pressure mounds Im gettin older so i like my green in large amounts Im self made never rode on no ones coat or dick Im gettin paid when you run your mouth about that fuckin' klick <i>[Chorus (Richter)]</i> Now we done did this shit And we still do this shit Ya'll need to quit your lip Get with the King klick! Our klick be the sickest Your klick act like bitches Ya'll wanna get some riches Get with the King klick! See we got bags of herb That we'v been known to serve Ya'll wanna move some? Word! You know the King klick! So please dont speak to late Please do not hesiatate Yall want that family grave? You know the King klick! <i>[D-Loc]</i> D-D-dash-dash double O trouble double O dash I will bust that ass Ya'll muther fuckers watch your back D-double dash dot double O trouble, when you pass me the mic who's ready for the rumble Ya'll know wussup, you dont want this shit This your boy D-Loc from that KingSpade click Were taken names your gettin broked out quick And i dont give a fuck if you think your slick Dog i dont give a fuck if you think you hard Cuz ya'll muther fuckers will get scarred Cut you up quick you know the gensu master And everybody know i go a little faster Slice and dice and cut you up You know Shakey Bonez dont give a fuck <i>[Richter]</i> And now we're takin vacations over sea's Off profits from weed, its me Johnny Richter from the Kottonmouth Kings Now thats the sickest klick this scene has ever seen Its also the same klick that be on top of the green So who's really wanna be down? Who's down to clown Who's down for the underground sound Who's down to rep the krown Who's down for the city of P-Town Who's in it to win it, who's in to finish Who's ready and willin when its time to ?pin it? Go get that dough that we've been waitin' for come on let's go Get with the King klick!! <i>[Chorus (Richter)]</i> Now we done did this shit And we still do this shit Ya'll need to quit your lip Get with the King klick Our klick be the sickest Your klick act like bitches Ya'll wanna get some riches Get with the King klick See we got bags of herb That we've been known to serve Ya'll wanna move some? Word! You know the King klick So please dont speak to late Please do not hesitate Yall want that family grave? Get with the King klick <i>[Daddy X]</i> Out like some super stars In the back of these limousine town cars Every where we roll people they know who we are Were closin out the show then we shuttin down the bar You kow the King klick!! <i>[D-Loc]</i> 24's spinnin win im pullin up to the club You know i never wait in line cuz im always gettin love Im with them v.i.p's gettin drunk smellin like buds Its time to get crunk on the West Coast cuz Double dash in your ass No time for the rhyme gettin loose gettin drunk, callin out bitch crew's, kottonmouth to the mouth what the fuck ya'll muther fuckers talkin about you gettin fucked up Keep tryin to test dont think you want this shit bitch eat a dick back the fuck up and get these nuts!......Trick <i>[Chorus (Richter)]</i> Now we done did this shit And we still do this shit Ya'll need to quit your lip Get with the King klick! Our klick be the sickest Your klick act like bitches Ya'll wanna get some riches Get with the King klick! See we got bags of herb That we've been known to serve Ya'll wanna move some? Word! You know the King klick! So please dont speak to late Please do not hesitate Yall want that family grave? Get with the King klick! Mutha Fucka's! Get with the King klick! <i>[x2]</i> Mutha Fucka's! Get with the King klick! <i>[x2]</i> <i>[Daddy X]</i> We ride limo's to! <i>[D-Loc]</i> And rental's! |
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Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow what if you were livin yours instead of hatin mine findin truth and spreadin love and searchin deep inside ?see me glidin swiftly to that place I need to be that home grown irie zone harvesting my seeds I?m gonna live my life from day to night with no hesitation Make the best of every situation that I find myself placed in Decidin right from wrong, choosing my final destination Cause when it?s said and done, it?s just yourself that you are facin? Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow Say Say Say good-bye to tomorrow Wash your sorrow Live and learn Listen up and follow Do what you so let me rock it I be dammed if you think you gonna stop it Popo it drop it D-Loc get up on it Don?t you think your sink cause you can?t call it I be the one that balled you up in college Killa cross just brake you down Kottonmouth Kings on the radio now Make you think when you see my face D-Loc with style and grace I wanna touch the sky unleash control wanna feel time travel real thru my soul wanna ride real high wanna lay real low independent free thought control my zone my zones full blown like a plant full grown transform myself thru this microphone ?Hold up ?change that tone Johnny Richter come thru with your barritone It?s time to open up your eyes and catch sight Cause you could wake up in the morning, and not make it to the night Take advantage of your life, you only get one try You gonna be satisfied today if tonight you died? Well I?m not that guy, I keep my blood runnin? You say you?ve had enough, and I say keep it comin Now you?re bummed because you?re done and you?re left all alone Should?ve known livin blown you?d end up like a clone WHAATTTT! Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow It?s not a place on any map it?s Kaya meditation that home grown herbal zone peaceful medication at peace no understandin no condition but love at peace all accepting to the sky above Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow |
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It don't matter where you've been Just focus on where you're going Most people you think are friends Ain't there when the tough gets going Remember to keep your friends Be wise with those you've chosen Cause only your closest friends Are there when the going gets tough When I think about it the definition change Back in the old days it wasn't quite the same Or maybe it was but on another level Still pushing dirt with a different type of shovel Loyalty, trust, unconditional foundation Builds everlasting bonds and relations I've got friends I haven't seen in years I'd die for tonight forget and have a couple beers On the other hand you never know where you stand With certain types of friends they'll sell you out for some ends Or some pussy or some weed or a business transaction Some use words but I prefer action I'm a break you off like an old school player My x-ray vision helps me see through the layers Of you fakes, phonies, lies and deception Ask Matt Hall if you need a life lesson [Chorus] I've been all around the world and I met a lot of people These fakes and phonies yo these cats I see through Dickheads and homies some others glad to meet you You better give respect to the ones that believed you And were there by your side when the going got tough And had your back when you got to fuck someone up And lent you a buck when you was broke and hungry And gave you a place to sleep living in their luxury Big Up to Chucky that's my dog for real though What up to Judge D since back in junior high school Johnny Rich? that's my man Mr. Brando My partner in crime with the gangsta flow Daddy X, Big Pak, be, Lou, Munch, Kev, Flo Cause if ya don't know now you know Fuck the rest What's up though P.S. to my shoulder blade Alison Marie What up baby Fuck what yall think [Chorus] To make it in this life you got to know who your friends Your boys, your dogs, the ones with you til the end The ones that never crack it, they never even bend I mean like when your ass is broke they got the money to lend The type that when you need a ride they give you the car You don't worry about them running cause they'll always stand hard Late night, can't drive, man you never too far Barbecue by the pool chilling in the back yard Stepping out on a Friday never leave you behind The first to call you up when they're hitting the kind None the less don't stress cause it'll always be fine Like everything I got is yours and what you got is mine Walk in the front door like they own the crib But hey, what's theirs is yours and what's yours is theirs I can't explain it no better that's just how it goes Real friends can't be bought it's got to come from the soul so [Chorus] |
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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 |
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I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife Sometimes I wanna get high travel up away to the beautiful skies Float away and hope to never come down hope to see the day that I never come down But what goes up is always bound to fall I'll I'm trying to say is that I live my life raw I'm gonna smoke week the rest of my life and give all I got till the day that I die. Ya! I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife When I look in the mirror I feel so low I see my eyes and I feel the glow I know I can make do let's bless the sole Show my love and let myself go wow Everybody knows that I spit these flows and I drink my beer smoke my weed But my head's in the clear Show your love respect the one your dreaming of. I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife let us plant trees that bear positive fruits that enlighten our minds to the deepest roots all the way to the core where the soul can stay true where I can walk free with a joint in my hand and I can plant plants right upon my land help emunderstand these are natures laws my creator had visions in the things he saw yeah he saw yeah my creator had visions in the things he saw yeah I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife Now when the love is lost and your spirits are low The world's closing in around you got no place to go Done all that you could to ease and please another soul And in the end you're in the cold, another sad story told That's why I make my own decisions on how I'm liven Try to get by with the knowledge that I'm given Can't make me believe cause a tree is a tree And when my soul bleeds, the color that I'm spillinis green I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife |
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We need some positive vibes for these rainy days Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away We need some positive vibes life's for fun so go and play Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day (Daddy X) Let the vibes blow like the ocean breeze Mamma always told me there'd be days like these Keep your head right, just do as you please Never interfere with an evil man's schemes Keep your head pure, conceive your own dreams Respect your fellow man, the earth with the trees The air that we breathe and the highest mountain peak Bring truth from your soul to your mouth when you speak No need to get loud .. messin with others, stressin' your brother, it's time to uncover Time to choose another path you see Cause the road most traveled's negativity Put your fist down (fist down), throw your hands in the air Respect yourself, be somebody who cares Don't let life get you down, don't feel abused Keep a positive view unto yourself be true (chorus) (Loc) Everyday's a new adventure You got to keep what you got Livin' life in a studio bustin' rhymes in my socks I got to keep my head up and always do what I feel Avoidin all the evil and just keeping it real (I need some positive vibes) All these situations I keep hearin' about People dyin' in planes and buildings crumbling down This world goes round for no apparent reason People robbin and theavin' just to feel good for the evening (I need some positive vibes) What happen' to everybody's peace and love Throw your drinks in the sky, raise your hands up above Get yo hand out of the gutter and be respectful We need some positive vibes for these rainy days so let it go Don't never get it twisted when I'm on this track D-Loc the kind kid that be kickin' it back Of the class everyday I was high Goin to school in 95 easy that how we ride (chorus) It's time to leave this rat race chant down Babylon Keep my head straight, keep my family movin' on Find my own pace, create my own space Detach my whole scene from this wicked rat race The two-faced friends, the snakes in the grass Daddy always told me there'd be men like that So watch your own back keep your eye on your stacks Don't ever write a check that that ass can't cash (chorus) We need some positive vibes [ Keep on reaching for it] For these rainy days [ Keep on hoping for it] Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away [What we need is, all we have is positive vibes] We need some positive vibes [What more can we say to you] Lies that so forth go out and play [What more can be said to you] Let the Sunlight in, brighten up your day [What we need is, all we have is positive vibes] |
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EVERYBODY MOVE <i>[X3]</i>
Everybody move now take some action, make some action YEA, take some action Life is short and fast that's why I mean action, revolutions got to happen Everybody move right now right now <i>[X4]</i> Everybody move right now right now Till this mother fucking place starts falling down And everybody grove owe yea owe yea If your down with the kings throw your hands in the air And keep em up in the sky if you like to get high Keep em up in the sky if you feeling the vibe And represent for your city let me know were you from I'm yelling out P-town at the top of my laughs Till my last breath ima keep doing my thing Put it down for the krown and steadily smoking on the green Like a boxer in the ring mind ya bossiness man Wanna step on stage with the mic in my hand So get your ass up come on come on get your ass up Get your ass up if you don't give a fuck And everybody move right now Cause right now is the time to get washed Let me show you how Everybody move right now right now <i>[X8]</i> This is a water shot that's the laser dot Daddy x son I get high allot A little free for thought you wanna rule the block And never get caught slipping like a broke dot In a slipknot that means neck slit Let it rat an you can't instruct a snitch Keep your eyes pealed and your game tight Cause it the drug war there's always time to fight Keep your head high don't be a fraud one of a kind dog that's who you are You gotta earn strips I got brute scars I revolutionize revolution wars Free thought time free think tank Free speak keeps costing people big panic How many jail cells are filled with people man It's time to move stand up and take action Everybody move right now right now <i>[X8]</i> If your gonna move now take some action make some action YEA take some action Life is short and fast that's why I mean action revolutions gotta happen Now it's time to rock the party double dash move the crowd I get that shit hyped with my so-cal style Real smooth cat lay back let the beat thump Let the beat bump light buds up We get to bad we getting fucked up Got the people in the back with there hands up Kmk mind we got this shit locked down >From the east to the west like balm The underground sound that your hearing right now The king klick dog blowing killer chronic clouds Put your swag down got no time for the krowns Kottonmouth king aka the dog pound The west coast bomb shit were the bombs lite Sack full of indo pocket full of chronic Beer in my right hand mic in the other No body do it better d-loc motherfuckers Everybody move right now right now <i>[X8]</i> Everybody move (Get your ass up) <i>[till song fades out]</i> |
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Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer But it didn't long for things things to fall apart Because the system that he bought aint got no heart From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes The American dream was a pack of lies 6 months later Municipal court Divorce time baby, child support I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner There's no cash back cause there was no receipt Man suburban life aint done a dime for me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Gave in a little deeper to the third degree More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived America! What? Land of the green Now you got problems I got mine too There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs, On every street No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be? White minority! Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Now broken homes inside every house Neighbors yellin', can't work it out I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights ooh what a feeling ooh what a life Now you cant turn back the hands of time So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine He's Bobby B, king of the crops Deep dark purse, phat drop tops Philly blunt placed behind his ear, Two turn tables and a Heineken beer And this is just and everyday thing Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dog Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes What ever we could get we was gonna take Just like the pirates of the Caribbean Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein' Ha ha ha we got it like that Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B The system got you but it won't get me Suburban Life aint what it seems Suburban life the American dream Suburban life so pretty and clean Suburban life aint what it seems Fuck the system |
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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 |
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Good Evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this years Cannabis Cup
finals! Some of the best buds from all over the planet displayed here today, Bud smokers.. let's get ready to bubble!!! With this years entry the Kings Blend the undisputed heavyweight smokers of the world.. the KOTTONMOUTH KINGS!! Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, Kings Blend, Tasters Choice, I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Real high when you hear my voice... I know you're real high when you hear my voice... You wanna smoke with us you better bring an ounce, Cuz we get down with a southern bounce, P-Town led the fair where I move the pounds, Now I'm coming and runnin' your city unannounced, So don't get clowned when we come around, We so down to earth that we underground, I'm puffin' on the green while you're smokin' shit brown, Cuffin' to the team compound lock down, I'm aside my krown throwin' strike for the mound, Keep it tight wound like two blood hounds, I'm gettin' so profound we make the haters frown, Got your girl beggin' me to be gagged and bound, Make the world spin round so turn it loud, That danced out, thumped out, mo thug crowd, Started in '96 with the O.C. sound, Now we comin' So Cal, Now we world renowned, Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, Kings Blend, Tasters Choice, I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Real high when you hear my voice... I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, Kings Blend, Tasters Choice, I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Real high when you hear my voice... I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Now I'm Johnny Richter that's the king D-Loc, Between Bone Thugs blowin' gangs of smoke, I guarantee you can't out smoke me, We can do it live on cable T.V. With kings blend dope you choke before you spoke, We toke to call your hope and you still can't cope, With the bubble berry blue you're through, Get your krew tight, shoo get a clue, you belong in the Zoo, Yup, swingin' from a rope eatin' cantaloupe, Or woke in a boat like a frog and croak, Don't get the wrong view, you're all past due, We get the oohs and ahhhs while y'all get the boos, You won't know how I know cuz I put it to a vote, We the greatest smokers that you can quote, Quote for quote let me clear my throat, Been puffin' kings blend bong load al a mode, The neutron bomb, the sticky green, I'm higher than a kite when i hit the scene, Stoners Reekin Havoc ask Kevin Zing, But he'll only reply if it means ching ching, Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, Kings Blend, Tasters Choice, I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Real high when you hear my voice... I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, D double dash Loc I'm from O. C. I still can't see when the smoke hits me, Startin hittin' each hash ?? so I can make ends meet, Defeat the weak matter of my league, I freeze OGs leave me stunned and deceived, I'm freakin' this beat while I'm stoned in the street, While you down on your knees, beggin' oh please, Chillin' in a room hot boxed to the ceilin', ?? the crop cuz we got top billin', Feelin' high as fuck so the buds fulfillin', Dealin' then healin' never stoner revealin', Now my nug buy me E sacks I be killin', Ran out of paper started usin' ??, Never caught a cold but I always be illin', Spillin' brew with a view from the ruthless villain, High as a kite got a real funny feelin', Kings blend dope probably worth about a million, ?? lights miracle grow, Hydro rock those fans gotta blow, Sittin' low pro on the fog soaked dome, ? to the party, high to the bone, Three months later we's all gettin' stoned, Fillin' up Southern Cali toker zone, Seizin' clones pounds of zones, Cannabis Cup we bringin' it home, To the Golden State where it belong, Kottonmouth king can't bring it home ya'll, Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, Kings Blend, Tasters Choice, I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Real high when you hear my voice... I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, Kings Blend we all smoke them, Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes, Kings Blend, us versus them Cannabis Cup, No Doubt We Win, Kings Blend, Tasters Choice, I know you're real high when you hear my voice... Real high when you hear my voice... I know you're real high when you hear my voice... |
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What are we supposed to be like them what are we supposed to do??
I gonna live my life. They way I like And the way I really want to I'm gonna always stick my trick no matter how many tries I gonna go out being remembered But I'm to young to die Sub-Noize rat's always up to no good Were misunderstood no one thought that we could Everyday a holiday skaten in the street Runnnin from the police the never let up be We got, kids' in the suberb kids in the city The neighbors all hate us because they think we dress filfy Livin in the fast lane I'm livin for the moment My times running out and I don't think I could stop it. Livin' in the gutter wakin up in the streets They treat us like shit Like we have a disease I don't want to be like them go shoppin at the malls I wanna smoke my weed Skate all day And drink beers in my yard. |
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The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained, The Lottery, you know It's all the Same, Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained, Up early in the morning before the sun rise, Scrapin' out my pipe tryin' to Stay High, I gotta get blunted for the nine to five, And I need a facelift on my oldschool ride, My scrapin' change to meet the range of my job qualification, But I'm stealin' cable, so I get every station, Now don't let em slay you when they tell you somethings free, They take about half with the taxes fee, But now I'm up in new times just blowin' out some fog, Don't gotta work cuz I quit my fuckin' job, Walk into my room to a sixty inch tele, And I got a phat deal on my star-tac cele, I finally got a chance to hook my ride up legit, They asked how big I want it, I said biggest that would fit, On airbags it would sit, shit was lookin' sick, System was in it and all I did was pick six, The Lottery, you know It's all the Same, Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained, The Lottery, you know It's all the Same, Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained, If I won the Lotto, I'd buy pounds of Bud, Give it to my homies to show I got love, Dirtbikes and buggies and four wheel drives, I own my own jet, ah yo, I'm world wide, First class fast, take a trip over seas, Me, my girl Ami makin' love on the beach, I just bought a yacht, I just won the Lottery, Never ending buds in my cultivation, So I can smoke out the world in the hempalation, Give some money to my pops, buy my mom a new house, Or anything she wants, no rush just pick it out, Don't worry about the ends plenty bread to be broke, I'll open a skate shop and sell bags of dope, Blow custom glass so I smoke days of hits, I build a greenhouse where my hydro sit, No questions planes trains just to keep you guessin', The lottery, L-O-T-T-E-R-Y, Money signs, green backs, honey blunts and fat sacks, Everything I want and everything I need, A different house for each day of the week, A private lake so I could jet ski, In the back, a duck blind so I shoot geese with my dad, Mini bikes and go-karts I want it all, The Universal Walk, fuck it i'll buy the mall, The Lottery, you know It's all the Same, Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained, The Lottery, you know It's all the Same, Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained, A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose, Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes, A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose, Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes, A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose, Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes, A buck with your booze, What the fuck when I lose, Which one you chose when your baby needs shoes, Since I won the lottery I bought a yacht to fish, I spent a fifth on a house with a satelite dish, I bought a brewery and walk around all day with double fists, And got at least ten pots so I can puke and piss I got a glass bong for everyday of the week, And yes I stand strong make sure all my family can eat, I bought a fleet of cars all of them V-W, I purchased Yorba Linda made it Richter Avenue, How many of you have had the thought of winnin' the grand prize, All the fat ladies dreamin' of some smaller thighs, And all the guys with your bills stacked up to your eyes, Wouldn't blow your pay checks tryin' to get high, I fly from coast to coast and then I flipped a bitch, On my private leer jet smokin' a pound of krypt, Hired my help from you, my fridge is stocked with Dew, Me and my krew takin' trips to Katmandu, The Lottery, you know It's all the Same, Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained, The Lottery, you know It's all the Same, Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game, They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain, Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained |
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Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone
by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace D: Everytime I close my eyes I'm lost in a daze D: Thinkin bout the things that I really want to say JR: And all the old games we played at Nickel Nickel arcade JR: Workin at the donut shop, dreamed of getting paid D: And when the dishes got dirty, we got cascade D: And when the weather was hot, we got a spot in the shade JR: Well no lie before we high, always rockin fresh fades JR: Before the spade and the stage we was drinkin underage Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace JR: Now I was drivin down the ave D: We on the radio now JR: You know the good times we've had D: When we're in front of the crowds JR: Always holdin it down for myself and the boys D: And back in 95's when we first got live JR: Now we was 18 years old on the run having fun D: Playing shows in the sun, no bus when we begun JR: We had a van and a plan doin shows every night D: Now the California dream we be livin that life Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace (Bridge) when your time comes and you're numbers up All you have in life is what's left in your cup When the whistle blows and the party's over Don't let em drag you out bored and sober When what's done is done and what said is said And the dreams you've had are lying in your bed Let your memories be filled with no regrets There's no second chance, there's no turning back so.. Every time I close my eyes I start to drift away- Thinkin bout some days gone by how time just floats away- every time I hear that song puts a smile on my face- brings me back to good friends and times that money cant replace |
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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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I'ma get you So High...
I'ma get you So High... I'ma get you So High... I'ma get you So High... Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Back up off me, I need rooms to puff It's Saint Dog, and I can't get enough Rough. I smoke, so I like it goin' down We're all getting lifted cuz I just stole a pound Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin' But Fuck that shit, I'm hittin till my mind's jellin' And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's To play some pool and max with a couple friends Grabbed a sack, it's off to a local park Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark Windows up so the bug's gettin' fishbowled And if you're in you can't escape the indo Oh shit, it's gettin' deep into my mind I took seven hits off that bud called kind Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin' Here I go again, man, I'm mind boggling I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Here I go reminiscing about the weekend Takin' time to remember where my shit has been Dinner to dancing, fly girl romancing Ballin' with the homies, smoking buds and relaxin' High fashion, is how I was smoking Fuck the schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin' Spliff to my lips as I tilt my head back Lookin like a mack cuz I'm down to blaze a sack I said (Inhale, exhale), Kottonmouth hit so I said, "that's swell" Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz's set in I need some fresh air because I'm high off that in Walked towards the door but I didn't get far High kicked in, I took a seat at the bar As I look into the sky and the air starts smoggin' Here I go again kid, I'm mind boggling I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Here I go my mind starts joggin' And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo... I know everythings foggin' It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'... Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley, Stay high and be so damn smiley, For then I won't worry about tomorrow, Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow. Here I go getting deep into my mind again Thinking bout good times, smoking kind again By myself so you say... (Man your hooked on Chronic!) Am I a stoner or a loner Man I can't call, In this cell-lock realm that I'm livin' in (????) I got family members fiending from the cocaine And loved ones locked up in prison That's why I'm bailin', yellin', "Man fuck the system!" All the pressures of this life get me frustrated So I reach for the bong so I can get faded I blaze a bowl hope it takes me to another level To escape the pain and all my life's trouble Close my eyes, and pray take the pain away Ask the Lord should I live to see another day Rob Harris died, I guess that's one of life's little tests Jason Thirsk took a bullet straight to the fucking chest Monique Delgado my first real true love Died at 23, now she's waiting for me up above I grabbed a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin' Here I go again motherfucker my mind's boggling! I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly, Pack up the bong stand by, I'ma get you so high Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley, Stay high and be so damn smiley, For then I won't worry about tomorrow, Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow. I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, I'ma get you so high, Mind bogglin'... |
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another day gone...
sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue snapped it through and my lungs start to hurt hold it in long enough it'll put your dick in the dirt and people go bizerk tryin' to get their hands on it most commonly heard phraze is, "Richter's got the chronic" so i'm on it, matter of fact i'm on the top can't nobody fuck with me or the Killa Kali crops like reebox yo i'm un stoppable and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able so what you grow all i want to know is what seed what system you using you got the lights you need you got a masters degree from the weed ivy leagues or you a cop without a clue just lookin for a lead life rolls on its passin by your eyes real fast another 24 another day is passed half of those said we'd never last hey loc i think its time to grow again fuck it if you're gonna grow you better come pick up your bucket alright im comin through ay yo grab some mountain dew (what) a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews i cruise through in the blue too with the basetubes i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin bus we'll erupt on that blunts but turn that shit to dust dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and Chong Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of ganj writtin songs playin pong we was young we don't belong stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin it on but now we're both standing strong 2000 and beyond to dawns at ? used to fight to get along that was way back then and this is right now we're on a mission to get it smoke and bone the hell out life rolls on its passin by your eyes real fast another 24 another day is passed half of those said we'd never last there's 420 ways to blaze use one it tastes great when you smokin out the vape mind haze sit back it'll put you in a trance grab your sack relax and throw your cap up on the hat rack throw your feet up recline just chill we just smoked a eighth of the mother fuckin Kill for real hold it in now we goin on a ride the bud inside aint nothing to fuck with some santa cruz that we got at john's crib the crip that you never find around the reason you can't find it in your city or your town because it sits in my bedroom in piles and mounds we got pounds and pounds that the world dont know about if i sold it yo they'd all be in the clouds smoke em out without a doubt yo its not for the money its all for the head and gettin stoned with my homies |
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Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's clean. When I drink booze put a crown on my royal Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe outta foil Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil. Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil. Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya" Pockets lookin thin aint got a dime to spend! Big Hoss is in the pen, yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!" I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend. Judicial system got me wishing I was president I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant. I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence Shit, every other night I'm getting hella bent. I roll my skate to relate to this society, society No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too!" No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, bong broke I guess that's why they call me crazy D-Loc. Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream. So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean. When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil. Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil. Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!" Buds lookin slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken!" My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!" Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend? Placentia City got me witty on this way of life. I (ride?) a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my knife There's a zone in my dome called the twilight I'm down for my crown each and every night Well I keep my tolerance, stay inside my flow Make ya say 'damn bro I got to go to a show' Life aint what it seems, it aint a dream and I aint playing. But I'm Saint Vicious and Daddy X is saying Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream. So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean. Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal Government lies yo they make my water boil. R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil. Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal. No money for the skate no change for the tax Went surfin with no keefe but forgot the sex wax. Have a purple friend to help ya to relax. A one foot glass called the paramax. Now afternoon to you is my morning I wake up hit the roach and then I'm snoring Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT's Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin' I pertains an ill congested vibe Makes ladies strive for my bozak Addicted like prozac. You know that I track em like Lojak. I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak. I'm alone upon this rhyme that I've created. This rhyme that I've inflated, wont trade it so gimme my space. Government controls so they hated Our life, it has been jaded and faded We're getting erased. Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream. So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean. |
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<i>[Chorus:]</i> Oh we gonna' be kickin' tonight We gonna' be sipping tonight Ripping the night away (rip the night away) Oh, when the time is right Another full moon light We rip the night away (rip the night away) If this was the last joint, that we ever rolled up tight, I'd want to be with good friends, underneath that open sky, Play some mellow music, throw our dreams into the fire, Release all the demons, and our souls are uprising <i>[Chorus x2]</i> There's nothing in the world like some good times and good vibes Surrounded with your friends and your family by your side All the time you spent together going out havin' fun Doin' the things you do, this life style's got us on the run Life's too precious every moment make it count Some days you're on the top some day's you're down and out This life's a gift, I'm gonna shine my light So sit back, relax, get high, with us and kick it with us tonight <i>[Chorus x2]</i> (Rip the night away) Burning, burning, burning (Rip the night away) Burning, burning, burning (Rip the night away) Burning, the night away Take me to the mountain high, where I can smoke a bowl in peace while I drive I'm on a back road with my sunroof open, on the way to meet the friends, we'll gather and tokin', and we build a fire and chill for the night, catch up on old times over a few bud lights, we just sit and laugh while reminisce 'bout the best days of our lives and we be the ones blazin' <i>[Chorus x2]</i> |
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