Kottonmouth Kings

[fox69]

"Built To Last"

"Built To Last"



Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast-
Why do all these people keep on talking trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we
was built to last

The Adventures of shaky bones the intruder
AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master
The Budda Blasta it’s all-good
Operatin in my green room
Cutting up my words.
You better make way
I’ve been know to blow the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master
And Bobby Suenam
We form like volton connected by the feet
So theirs room to reach
When we transform the beat
With the ill techniques
Needles stick like gum
Bobby on the two and shaky on the one
Here comes the suenamie brothers
Duck fuck run grab your shields and
Putten up this ain’t for fun
Table combat son
You better blow the spot
When I penetrate it’s deep
You know I smoke my pot
Everyday I stay ripped
They call me D-Loc the C
Don’t Eva get it twisted
Naw! Mean.


Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all
these people keep on talking trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to
last

And you know this
I got so Herb in my pocket
A caddie an a truck
A phat chain wallet
A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart
A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard
My wake because winter just passed
Summer coming up
River runs with the hash
Me and all my dogs
Drinking beers token buds
Working on are trucks
Right under the sun
And when the water cold
We sit and get stoned
Hollering at the hunny's
Talking shit from crow’s boat
And if you don’t know
I don’t really fucking care
Like listen to a drunk
When he’s yappin in my ear
Talking this, talking that
Your not make no sense
Like smoking crack by a fence
Or bud when it’s dense
Don’t run get it twisted
I’m a tell you again
The call me L-O-C
Sucker see ya! Say.

Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all
these people keep on talking trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to
last

I be the kid with my pants
Straight sagged to my knees
Got my vans on my feet
Smoke a once a week
Written rhymes to beats
Intertwining with timing
Rhyming patters are scattering
I’m as high as the heavens
Farmer are caddle
Eaten Valiums and tatilen
On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins
On the search for medallions
While they thinking their stallions
I'm about to burn like dragons
How could you imagine
Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom
With a attitude babbling
On the desk I was taggen
While the teacher was talking
Hold the time I was nappin
Sides the fact I was slacken
Didn’t care if I was passin
Relaxing and laughing
Stealing pencils and graphing
Children for magazine
Memories of causalities
People now gather me I’m the D-L-O-C
And I’ll I do is smoke weed.

Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all
these people keep on talking trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to
last

 

[fox69]

"Bump"

"Bump"


[Intro:]
Creep, creep, I'm on the creep
The creep for the kind bud
O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub
Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack
All I learn, I'll head for burn
BSO's got my back
Right on, right on brother, blaze on
You better rip that shit, rip it
It's that 1605 shit, real Huntington Beach
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 pig 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 SD
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 Mickey 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 commotion
Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion
Farewell to all and to all goodnight
I'm leaving these ?? out all night
Wait wait wait you said ?? that shit will fuck you up
Get off the ?? and rock the bump
Come on

[Chorus x1]

Biotch!

 

[fox69]

"Bump (Remix, Radio Edit)"

"Bump (Remix, Radio Edit)"



Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f---

I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5
Up early in the morning trying to survive
A 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
Cuz if I don't rock it then another sucker will
And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill...

C'Mon, C'Mon!

Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f---

Said Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump...

Saint Dog putting down for Suburban Pride...

I'm that pig that the bi----- 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 bing)
Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage
Said Saint represent for the underage
Same damn year, my face is up in rays
Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge

Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12 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 amaze
T-T-T-Tickin a twine all day

C'Mon, C'Mon!

Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f---

Said Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f---

Said Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump...

D-Loc's on the pipe, Rip Rips it up...

It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical
Undefeated champ that'll stick you fool
My style is crazy not wooka waaka lazy
If you chill with me I'll be sure to... (blaze thee)
It's about time to compute your math
Cuz my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph
And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance
I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced.
My flows are silky soft... like I write and my lesson
And now a lyricist, poetry in motion
To each and to each I cause a commotion
Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion
Farewell to all and to all good night
I'll leave ya these ?? out all night..
Wait, Wait, Wait you said ?? that shit will suck you up
Get off the ?? and rock the bump

Bump, bump, bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said bump, bump, bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f---

Said Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f---

Said Bump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump
We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a f---

 

[fox69]

"City 2 City"
(feat. Tech N9ne, Big Krizz Kaliko)

"City 2 City"
(feat. Tech N9ne, Big Krizz Kaliko)



[Tech N9ne:]
Caribou Lou
Hella super dude
Tecca Nina standing right here in front of you
So bend it over baby
Let me see it pop
On this tour bus we party till the panties drop
You smell that green (green)
That's the kottonmouth
That's my family homie hold up what you talkin' 'bout
If it's negative
I don't want to hear it
Eliminatin' player haters with they evil spirits
Kansas City King
Kickin' it with the Kings
Take a whiff of weed and we for wicked things
Dang choices
Bang Hoyd dis {heard this}
From the back of the bus you hear strange noises
Here we come baby
It's a party bitch
And if you mad at me
Sorry and shit
Tech N9ne baby
Kottonmouth kings
Keep ya men at home lady I'm a freaky thing

[Chorus:]
Hey
There
Home
Boy
Wake up cause the girls so pretty
It's time to get greedy
From city to city
Hey
There
Home
Girl
Better yet say hey get it get it
It's time to get greedy
From city to city

[Daddy X:]
Choo choo
The train's coming through
Underground railroad thought you knew
Kottonmouth kings crew drinking whiskey and brew
Going city to city stick a stick and move
HEY!! X daddy
They call me Daddy X can I get a woot woot for my homeboy Tech (WOOT WOOT)
Fuck checks we get paid in cash
We the lords of the underground dine n' dash
Fuck that put ya ass on the table
Thoroughbred bitch get fed in the stable
Back room look gather 'round real quick
Bitch is sucking dick like carrots on a stick
What you think was gonna happen in your town
Kottonmouth and Tech N9ne burnin' 'em down
Summertime madness is in full effect
It's a heat wave bitch so get undressed

[Chorus]

[Big Krizz Kaliko:]
Me and Kottonmouth we party and bullshit
Or be kicking it with niggas I'm cool with
For that vodka then we up inta' yanda' sand in the next hoe 30 city tour let's go
It's the Kings of the West Coast with the Dons of the Middle lovin and givin' it to you when
You give me lovin
Hurtalina girly girl don't after she sippin the purple she perpin the ?perpsinse? against the
Influence
I got a fifth of whiskey a grip of bitches with me
Gettin tipsy
A bag that we can roll up in zig zags now hold up and get back that girl acting a ass with us
LICKA LICKA I barely know her but we'll see wait till we finish the show up
Show off ya ass and titties, ass and titties she laugh and giggle and smashing from city to city

[Chorus]
[D-Loc:]
J Rick double dash yeah
We get it crackin' Big Krizz, Tech N9ne whats up blood whats happenin'
Make it bounce, make it make it bounce
Subnoize in this mother fucker turn the party like BLOW
Strange the name
KC with the gangster shit ya know Misery for life homie
Don't trip ya know how we do when we rock like this

[Johnny Richter:]
Like this and like that ones cute ones fat but what you gonna do fuck it take 'em both to the
Back
Back it up pretty lady it's time to get crazy work it like a stripper girl and give it to me baby
The voice is wyle n' out like nick cannon got 24 bitches standing in the line panting
Waiting for a chance to get a piece of the man no I ain't saying I'm a pimp I simply do what I can

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"Closing Time"

"Closing Time"


[J Rich:]
So here we are again when the lights go on,
Another ending to a night of Irish Car Bombs,
Lots of drinks yet too many to remember,
I was gettin hooked up and my friend was the bartender,
Just, playing pool and DJng on the jutebox,
Tom Bany, Steve Miller, Snoop Dogg, and Pac,.
People spillin their guts like they're just spit hogs,
But that's what happens when you mis pain and alcohol,
Let's put some money up and make a little side wager,
8 ball best out of 5 with just a little paper,
It's always fun to put at least a dollar on it,
And if you win make sure your victory is always honest,
Yea

[Hook:]
You never know when your gonna lose,
And you never know when your gonna win,
(You never know, you never know)
Take a look around 360 views at tonight when it's about to end,
(Tonight when it's about to end)
You ain't gotta go home but you gotta get to gettin on outta here
(Get to gettin on outa here)
So when the waitress comes around make sure that you order up another beer
(Another one, another one)

[Chorus:]
When the music stops and the lights go down,
And she calls for a final round,
Closin Time
When the feelings right in the dead of night,
At home in a sleepy town,
Closin Time
It's closin time turnin off the sign,
Makin toast to the ones above,
Closin Time
We drink Moonshine and we walk the line,
It's a party in every life,
Closin Time

[Dirtball:]
How's it goin friend why don't you come on in,
The weather's lookin schisty the same for many men.
Please pull a chair, closer here, order up a cocktail,
Whipe away the day with the Whiskey and [?]
So all hail to the bartenders tending,
For taking all the pain away and not defending,
The reasons why I be drinkin a cold one,
My favorite watering hole is holdin my home.
My life my problems are one in the same,
When the clock strikes 2 that's the end of the game,
Back to reality the root of the cons,
Became face to face are always because of the lungs.
And when the sign's back on I'd be back in the mix,
It's a Bloddy Mary mornin I'm gettin my fix,
As the last call approaches,
I fire up the roaches,
And order all my good friends a one last round

[Chorus:]
When the music stops and the lights go down,
And she calls for a final round,
Closin Time
When the feelings right in the dead of night,
At home in a sleepy town,
Closin Time
It's closin time turnin off the sign,
Makin toast to the ones above,
Closin Time
We drink Moonshine and we walk the line,
It's a party in every life,
Closin Time

[Daddy X:]
Shut em down! Shut em, Shut em down!
Bottoms up, Closin Time, One last round
We stumbling, fumbling throwin the net
Jivin for the finish threw some wink at cats
Bottle after bottle, Dive after dive
This kid got loud so I socked him in the eye
Cracked him in the jaw
Left, right, Combo!
Put him on the floor play his ass like a bongo
[?] threw us outside
Kottonmouth Kings Now we baned for life
But that's alright,
You know how we role
We got more DUI's than the highway patrol

[Chorus:]
When the music stops and the lights go down,
And she calls for a final round,
Closin Time
When the feelings right in the dead of night,
At home in a sleepy town,
Closin Time
It's closin time turnin off the sign,
Makin toast to the ones above,
Closin Time
We drink Moonshine and we walk the line,
It's a party in every life,
Closin Time

[D-Loc:]
Walk in the room the whole place stops and looks at me,
Cats from the other side recognize my tats,
What's up with that?
I see whispering,
Must be that crown on my neck I wreck that 'H' on my back,
Right into the bar people lookin I'm a star,
Right into the bar time to get some alcohol,
Right into the bar while I slip into my zone,
I got to get a shot of [?] that Patron,
So hey bartender we got to keep em movin,
Anybody wants a drink say you better get to missin,
Me I'm in a hurry cause I want another shot
Plus I wanna get blitzed get ahead to smoke some pot
This life I chose late nights and long roads,
Half hours in the dark my joint stay spark,
I'm baggin bunddles,
Health is key,
Cause I chase these dreams in this concrete jungle

[Chorus:]
When the music stops and the lights go down,
And she calls for a final round,
Closin Time
When the feelings right in the dead of night,
At home in a sleepy town,
Closin Time
It's closin time turnin off the sign,
Makin toast to the ones above,
Closin Time
We drink Moonshine and we walk the line,
It's a party in every life,
Closin Time

 

[fox69]

"Coffee Shop"

"Coffee Shop"


We love it in the palace when we smokin' off the chalice,
Quiet as a mouse on the couch we sit,
Fillin' the pouch eatin' sour patch kids,

[Chorus:]
Coffee Shop stop we found another strand you all,
Searchin' for the dank the space cage roll,
Coffee Shop stop my lungs are gettin' lovely,
Amsterdam a place called home,

Thirty-eight strands we through em on the table,
Sampled em all one by one I was able,
They all taste good, defeated to smoke,
Next the two footer, I wanted to choke,

First morning over seas I'm up a quarter to seven,
Wakin' up on a boat a floatin' tokers' heaven,
I head to the future to where I got the future roller,
A hash ?? with a special loader,
Hey yo, roll up the chiva, the paper the comb,
Insert the filter, head rush, mind blown,
I call it bluff if the herb ain't quality,
I'm hunting for the dankiest buds in the country,
Well I dismissed all rookies with the keyfast cookies,
And I head to red light just to get a little lookie,
Hit the green house, too crowded,
Just checked out the entry,
Smoked so much weed I got the highest in the century,

[Chorus x2]

I'm in the mellow yellow, hello, hello,
Smokin' double purple just me an my girl,
Richter shows up ready to puff,
We start smokin' snuff, don't bluff no more skunk,
The PT Bump? the last of the bunch,
The dirty dirty smoke, we all passed the hump,
I'm all up in my high so I played a little pinball,
Gave my girl a kiss we jump like pitfall,
Ding ding to another level,
Higher, getting higher, we sat down at the table,
Breakin' up strands got mad amounts of herbs,
Observe my headache kid i was high as a blimp kid,
Now I'm Johnny Richter never say that I'm done,
Smokin' vaps all day I got that golden lung,
Blunts and backs? 40 sacks ?? pipe to his bong,
I even saw a po po puff a bowl from a gun,

[Chorus x2]

Why does everybody keep on planting bud seeds,
It's obvious to me that it's fulfilling some need,
A plant is a power like a human is a being,
Put the seed in fertile soil then continue to feed,
Whoa! Sit back and watch it grow,
The miracle of life is so beautiful,
Don't ever let them tell you mother nature is a bitch,
Laws that restricts only benefit the rich,

Loaded with hash eight-teen is the winner,
You get the picture I started to shiver,
I'm as high as can be with my girl and weed,
I'm insistology overseas stay high,
John Rastafari handles my business,
Licorice sticks at a flick of the wrist,
Coffee Shop stop but some mocha and some crop,
Amsterdam where they legalize pot,
Yo Coffee Shop stop this daze my last strange,
Slapped on my shades as I step into the rain,
Try to regain up your ?? and refrain,
Johnny Richter's playin' games,
High as fuck ridin' trains took a plane to the cup ?? cannabis,
You know it got me so lit I forgot what song is this,
I'll never miss another year you know I wish you were here,
Heinekens all day and grips of krypt with my beer,

I'm on a paid vacation,
Smokin' purple silver hazin',
The back of the cad '82, rippin' out the pap,
The herb makes me wiser and quality taste smoked out the whole place,

[Chorus x4]

 

[fox69]

"Controlled Substance"

"Controlled Substance"


[Daddy X]
Back again, its that westcoast stoner klick, let me hear you say King Klick (King Klick) King Klick (King Klick)

[Hook]
[X] we come through yes we control the substance (King Klick)
[JR] we the crew with the bongs and the buds lit (King Klick)
[D] you talk shit and you just might get done quick (King Klick)
[ALL] we're the crew that you dont want to fuck with [x2]

[Daddy X]
Its that westcoast stoner klick westside connection the krew with the joints lit
Mobbin through your section. flexin on you snitches with an armored brigade, storm troopers
Full of souljaz all covered in spades. this is underground warfare, guerilla tactics, punchin
Full throttle mid air doin backflips, with the ill shit, we call rip shit, King Klick
Membership Stoners Reakin Havoc bitch

[Johnny Richter]
Yeah daddy x shake em up our boys are all around, it makes no sense when they
Talkin all about the how? how come my car done look better than his? how come he standin there
Broke when i got my money in my fish, shit, its plain as simple yo its easy to see, we doin
Work for a livin while you hatin for free, so if it dont make good money than it dont make
Sense, see theres a time to act funny and when to be serious.

[Hook]
[X] we come through yes we control the substance (King Klick)
[JR] we the crew with the bongs and the buds lit (King Klick)
[D] you talk shit and you just might get done quick (King Klick)
[ALL] we're the crew that you dont want to fuck with [x2]

[D-Loc]
Dont trip you know we back up in this bitch, the KottonMouth Kings yeah we got our
Blunts lit. we getting high yeah we doin our thing, got the undergrounds bumpin with the
Product of bling bling? keep with it you're talkin shit you suck a dick, if it dont make no
Dollars then it dont make no sense, so back up off my dick and get your boogey on you know the
Name of my klick we can get our boogey on. come on

[JR]
KottonMouth Kings Johnny Richter representing, smokin big bags of bud leavin no second
Guessin shuttin down the session feelin like i aint even hot, ready to smoke the part out and
Put the rest in the gar-bage. talk trash to much just relax and get stoned, quit tryin to fuck
With how im livin fuckin leave me alone. you wanna know how im feelin? i'm about to explode,
Pickin up all the pieces get the gun and reload.

[Hook]
[X] we come through yes we control the substance (King Klick)
[JR] we the crew with the bongs and the buds lit (King Klick)
[D] you talk shit and you just might get done quick (King Klick)
[ALL] we're the crew that you dont want to fuck with [x2]

[DL]
The joints stay lit, we shootin from the hip, and everywhere i go people bangin King
Klick, we strong with this shit when we step into the biz, and you know we rock mics like, like
This, so the fuck out, empty like a shell and its dirty like the south, when you come see the
Mouth, put us on blast we smoke likes of 'dro, that King Klick shit don't get skipped in the
Row-row.

[X]
Yeah you got attention with some ill tight connection, underground legends so send in your
Henchmen, or did i mention your money back gurantee? one big toke if you dont wanna get me.

[Hook]
[X] we come through yes we control the substance (King Klick)
[JR] we the crew with the bongs and the buds lit (King Klick)
[D] you talk shit and you just might get done quick (King Klick)
[ALL] we're the crew that you dont want to fuck with [x2]

King klick, what you say?, king klick you know the name, king klick what you say? king klick,
You know the name, king klick what you say?, king klick you know the name..king klick king klick

 

[fox69]

"Cupid's Dead"

"Cupid's Dead"



-you read the papers today?-

I read the news today oh boy,
About a tragic comedy
Newspaper hinted suicide,
The letterhead read Dear Johnny
A tainted truth was all it said,
Sleep tight now that
You've made your bed
An arrow that once pierced your heart
Points to the apple on your head

Three sides to every story
Yours, mine
And, Monday morning's

CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ,
CUPID'S DEAD
CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ,
CUPID'S DEAD

Oh, Romeo, Oh, Romeo
Where did our love go, Romeo?
If you read between the headlines,
You wouldn't be the last to know
No mystery yet to unfold,
A paperboy left in the cold
A love was said to never die,
Withered away and just got old

'Our top story tonight,
is a crime of passion
The victim, an unidentified man,
is found in bed, wearing only a diaper,
holding a bow an arrow in one hand,
and clutching a letter in the other.
The letter simply read ...
CUPID'S DEAD.'

Extra, extra, extra,
read all about it

CUPID'S DEAD,

Cupid is dead, deceased,
I got peace of mind
Still it's hard to forget,
what it leaves behind
A lot of love lost,
your feelings are wasted,
tasted the sweetness,
but now you're faced with,
the thought, of being alone
Nor more companionship,
you can handle it,
just abandon it,
leave it behind,
and look for the brighter day
Give it some time,
cause it won't come right away
You gotta be standing strong,
hold on to your dignity
Don't sit around,
saying look what ya did to me
It's time to move on,
you gotta continue
to look for a love,
of a life that's within you
Cupid is dead now,
it's time to rely on,
yourself to cope
You got no shoulder to cry on
DEAD

 

[fox69]

"Daydreamin' Fazes"

"Daydreamin' Fazes"



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

[fox69]

"Dirt Slang"

"Dirt Slang"



Yo man I got some sick ass shit, I got all kinds of bongs.
I got fuckin, I got paramaxes, I got graffix
I got all the dope shit
I got superbowls, I got fuckin skunk weed, I got skillz, listen
I'll get me on the court, you know what I'm saying? I got skillz.
Look I got crossovers, I got doms, I got lobs, I got ups
I got all kinds of skillz,
I got homeboys, I got weed, I get high. I'm fuckin
I got dope VW car with fat ass fuckin whomper, motherfucker...

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors. Crazy man.

Suburban ebonics coming out my mouth.
Take a lesson bitch boy that's Kottonmouth.
But your square nerdy asses won't understand.
So yo, break em off a fat ass piece man.
Dirt slang, it starts like this bro,
I play dunk ball with the homies and I eats pink taco
714 bustin up yo ass.
Suburban white bonics they don't teach in class.
It's the psychedelic hip hop punk rock shit.
So let me tell you mother fuckers who your fucking with.
Well I'm Saint Dog and I spills my schpeil.
When I gets lit I like to bark some shit,
Like it sucked up, cracked out, cock out biatch,
I only take licks and a (??) rip.
I got you puzzled like the wrinkles on my scrotum sac.
I got a gang a year, I keep my kicks on a rack.
From Airwalks to Bocks to Docs to Birkenstock
Top it all off with some old skool socks.
No wonder why your old lady rides my jock.
I got her tied up like a boat to a dock.
Yo I twist up your mind with my wicked hog slang.
Uck-fay ou-yay umb-day itch-bay,
Aint-say og-day ever-nay lays-pay.
Now that's the type of shit comin slurred from Saint.
Emergency, emergency 911, Kottonmouth's on the mic
So you bitches better run.

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors.
Crazy man. Dirt slang.