Kottonmouth Kings

[fox69]

"Bi-Polar"

"Bi-Polar"



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
I'm 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'll 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 world 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
I'm 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'll 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
I'm 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

I'm 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

You're-done

 

[fox69]

"Big Bank (Interlude)"

"Big Bank (Interlude)"



this how society works..
He got beat--He in ther stealin steaks everynight
I'ma tell ya ..
He turns around an says
and stealin everythin else everynight...
Do you know that he got Big Bank
Gets beat down by, by some cops.. ya know
outta them beatin his ass for stealin shit

"I'ma sue these mutha fuckers for beatin me.. "
hahahahaha...

 

[fox69]

"Big Hoss"

"Big Hoss"



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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Blaze Of Glory"

"Blaze Of Glory"


[Chorus]
Ganna go out in a blaze of glory going agenst the grain
Everyone’s got a different story but ours just stays the same
Ganna go out in a blaze of glory the world goes up in flames
Ganna go out in a blaze of glory doing things our way

[Johnny Richter]
It all started back when I was a kid
And I moved on to McKenzie where my grandmother lived
Fast forward ten years and a couple acid trips
Now we in front of loc’s house on McKenzie getting lit
It was me Daddy X The Dash Scotty and Will
Takin rips outta the chalice in my automobile
74 V-Dub y’all no the deal
Fast forward ten more kottonmouth for real
Playing showed out shows and rocking festivals
You need a passport to go Half of the places we go
So many people like to talk they used to call us crazy
But when it comes to the kings we ganna go out blazin

[Chorus]

[Daddy X]
Going out like a Viking on a quest
Striking like lighting until they lay my soul to rest
Gladiator swingin on them haters dome
Bring apart the odium but high was when I’m going home
I’m like the matrix life is like a trilogy
Begging to livin then on to eternity
So fly with me like an arrow shot through the sky
Until we die always getting high
We always down to ride
Renegades getting blaze like some judrays
Everyday we blowing hay like some hand grenades
They call us king and the castle’s made of cannabis
Dragon slayers subnoize misfits

[Chorus]

[D-Loc]
I be will the kid in this wah wah west stuff
Strap the vest up keep it cowboy tough
Been through it all and the toughest of battles
Never lost one cause I’m still in my sattle
Bang bang shoot them up dip out reload
I’m over the hills and around the road
Prepare for action get ready to pop one
Going out in a blaze of glory with my shot gun
Gitty up partner welcome to an old fashion showdown
Take ten steps shoot and turn around
Welcome to the late night gun show
Take ten steps shoot and lets go

[Chorus]
Doing thing our way [x11]
Ganna go out in a blaze of (glory) [x4]

 

[fox69]

"Bong Toke"

"Bong Toke"




Take a bong toke...

I love rippin' outta bongs it gets me so so high
When I take a big toke 'looks like my eyes start to cry
Tears start to swell up when I take a huge hit
Of that bong biggie bong diggity dank dank shit
Johnny Richter don't quit out the one two three
Take so many bong hits you might run out of weed
Thought you was fucking with a rookie but I'm really a king
I was just out playing hooky having fun with my team
Well now I'm back with a plan to get the whole world united
The plan's called bong tokes first you pack it then light it
Then you pass it to a friend and keep on paying it forward
Until we all live as one to form a weed world order

[CHORUS]
Take a bong toke...
Where's the weed at?...

It's time to put the chronic in the chamber
The bong water needs a little change up
I throw a fast ball right down the strike zone
And split the bat up to stick in the glass bowl
Mountain Spring always goes down the freshest
Before we spark it up D-Loc you must inspect it
Dirty water's like a sin to a christian
You want heaven but you never gonna get in
The high priest baptizes and purifies
The canni-bus now we're all getting herbalized
Pass the lighter spark the holy chalice
The Mavericks ain't the same since Steve Nash left Dallas
Sprinkle on the keef yeah adds a nice topping
We getting' baked like hash cakes there's no stopping
The water's bubbling my vision starts doubling
The smoke's rising fast I pull the stem it comes rushing in

[CHORUS]

Yo
Liar liar pants on fire...
Liar liar...
Hey naw
Liar liar pants on fire ain't nobody getting no higher
FUCK THAT where's my lighter
Sick of all you lyin' typers
We getting higher higher smoking on a vaporizer
Eyes red blazed up smoked out I'm tired as fuck
We got that supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
The type of weed that leave you breathless and flow less
So take a toke
And another
And another
And another...
Tell your mother
Oh no!

[CHORUS]

 

[fox69]

"Bong Tokin' Alcoholics"

"Bong Tokin' Alcoholics"


My mission: the commission of the dishin out for facts
Cuz when I'm dimin' my rhymin never slacks, never lacks
So get back to the basics and face it.
The American dream aint what it seems
With lies they've laced it. Can't you taste it?
See they baste it in an imitation butter.
We've ate it and realized its not nature to mother
Generic like no other, man, fuck big brotha!

The Kottonmouth King klick. Are you blind or somethin?
Are you blind to the facts? You think that this system,
That this society, sees any other color other than green?
Well it's all slave-driven. The illusion of ownership in America
Property is theft, that's how we livin'

The bong tokin' alcoholics
Gettin bent every night is the thing we do
Wakin' up every day in the afternoon.
I crawl out the bed on the way to the shower
Gotta hurry up I got a date in an hour.
Call my boy X on the shower phone.
'What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata.'
I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla.
D-loc picked up said 'What's up balla?'
Just droppin a dime and time about this party
There'll be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties
I'll call Bobby let him know the plan,
And we'll bounce through in the nitrate van.
We'll take a road trip, 40-sip on the way
Oh yeah X commin' through with some freaks from the Bay

Bong tokin alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it,
The bong tokin alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack
Legalize it!
The bong tokin alcoholics [repeat]

We drank up a fifth and sparked a bowl
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' real low.
I reach into the back and pull out the 64,
I took it to the head like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that drink got me on tilt,
Ya better sit down cuz you about to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the house party
I'm down, I'm told...?
Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew
Tasted kinda freaked, Saint your ass is through
Break out the beer bong man, I wanna get faded
Cuz drinkin' out the bottle is just so overrated,
We got the 22, we're fillin' up on Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies
Well boost up the bass, go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we some psycho rebels
With our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't give a damn
Bong tokin alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The bong tokin alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack
Legalize it!
The bong tokin alcoholics [repeat]

I got the blunts and I got the beer
Daddy X hits skins in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our destination
Cuz runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation
I went to get a beer, felt a finger in my back
'Hey I like your shirt', yeah I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack cuz Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he started to yell,
'All the freaks up in the party, move around and shake your body
And if you're down with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see somebody get naughty.
Is the west coast in the house?
Then pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!'
Well get naughty they did and these girls start to strip,
Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend tried to trip
I said 'You talk shit, punk? Let's step outside'
He put his fists up, I put em on his eye
He got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the dome,
I busted out the (?) and took his girlie home

Bong tokin alcoholics, the Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it,
The bong tokin alcoholics, step back I'm bout to crack
Legalize it!
The bong tokin alcoholics [repeat]

 

[fox69]

"Boom Clap Sound"

"Boom Clap Sound"



Zippity zippity backa de back zep zep zoom ba ba boom biba de bab clucky de clack put one in the hole I'm ready to rap this how we do when the kings in the building this how we do when the caps start pealing this how we do when Baer goes bare this is how we do when I smoke on the green ya tell me you motherfucker what you really wanna do wanna run around a track while I run around it too wanna run run run let me get that split that run run run let me hit that rep that hit that rep that get that gold let me put it in a pipe let me pack it in a bowl wanna. run run run run run run run run

I never really get upset all the way to the point were I feel like their is no hope lift now tryna keep a good out look tryna reroute all thoughts that will weight me down all I assume to need is a big bag of weed and a couple of shots of let's say crown if you beef if I don't bang in my jeep then we going to my town, my town yea that's where I go when I need to go get oz so I didn't blow my top Off face blow when I lose control gotta tell em better come back in one piece body whole I know you know or at least I know that you relate cause these harps deserve to be story told gonna take the least favorite song on yer headphone and know that yer not alone

I put my stamp on it guaranteed freshness the X factor quality tester handcrafted packed up in vacuum seal so when you bang it loud it's that shit that you can feel real deal underground street sweeper stone town were the future sound gatekeeper kottonmouth license and bongoes when yer speakers beating now look who responded the A team special unit stoner squad stomping out mudholes told you it's a dirty job, clean up crew so pack a bong hit fill it up to the top it's gonna be a long trip eyes glazed blood shot I stay ripped I disconnect from the system of power grit a Renegade, outcast, misfits will equip wit the cannabis survival kit

Boom clap boom clap sound to the poem sound to the poem sound to the poem
I don't know about to lose control here they go

Here that, that be the sound of the police on the way to ruin your time everybody
In the area spark it up so they lose their mind

Boom clap forshezee I'm gonna keep these raps bizzy I'm gonna keep my brain all dizzy bemap when you get boom klizzy clap clap when you hear my gun go blap blap that be the rebel of partying bringing so give the bubble to snap snap yea now where did they all go move to the beat keep putting the peace we filling the street I front of the crowd pulling the heat and never to stop and never decease I'm off of the leash so give me the keys you gotta believe me open yer eyes and now you can see me over the lies I'm overly dreaming you looking around yer bringing the ground forever I'm pealing just stay to the track I'm eating the gluts and stealing simmers of time resemble the grizzly feeding resemble for what I'm achieving were in it to rap you call me heaving fuck everybody I'm ending up leaving the party is over the stress it ain't stopping who's looking for good but now it ain't popping and now that I see the true color I think I'll be dropping out the race to keep it from flopping keeping the party alive the only one option the only one option

 

[fox69]

"Bottoms Up"

"Bottoms Up"


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

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

Crunk [X5]

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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Chorus]

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

Crunk [X5]

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

[chorus X3]

 

[fox69]

"Brain On Drugs (Interlude)"
(feat. Shakey Bonez)

"Brain On Drugs (Interlude)"
(feat. Shakey Bonez)



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

 

[fox69]

"Bring It On"

"Bring It On"


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

[DADDY X]
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

[Chorus]
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

[D-LOC]
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!

[RICHTER]
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'

[Chorus]
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

[DADDY X]
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!"

[RICHTER]
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

[D-LOC]
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

[Chorus]
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