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"Freaks Of The Industry"

"Freaks Of The Industry"



Yeah, Suburban Noize, those Kottonmouth Kings
Freaks come out at night, the freaks come out...

Well... We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

Now they say that first do it means do it, time to freak, Saint Dog gets to it
Not a heavy weight, but I'll go twelve rounds with a jab of the stick
I'm going lick for lick, so give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man
Just relax, and I won't front like arena, I mean to get the cream of the crop
And I'll be taking it slow, never missing a spot, yes caress your back n chest
You're kissing on my nose ring, I'll whisper in your ear
Saint Dog Kottonmouth King, Oh big ST that's what you'll be screaming and creaming
But its not a wet dream its the real, the freaky dog, dog nasty,
Never letting a kitty cat get past me, without picking it up, petting it
Teasing it, taking 3 home and pleasing it

We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

Say you're G-in, nobody else is seeing
And the freak that your with's in front of you, bending over naked
As she's leaning on the dresser, boo-yeah, you're looking at her from the rear
She looks just like Rebecca, not Rebecca with the singing career
But the X rated video queen, ya know what I mean?
All right here's the scene, you're lying on your back
With your head on the edge of the bed
The booty's 2 feet from your head, should you
A. take the time to find a condom, B. walk right over and you pound em
C. tell her that you want her love, well the answer is D. all of the above
So you're freakin, the furniture's squeakin, she's tweaking,
Saying that she's weak in the knees, cheek for cheek, and pound for pound
I'm taxing it and waxing it and working it around
Till the booty starts making that clapping sound
Which is cool but your friends are chillin in the other room
The clap is getting louder, you don't want them to clown you
In this situation, what do you do?
A. plainly simply back up off her
B. you hit it just a little bit softer
C. you take it out and put it in her butt
Well this for Daddy X yo, yo listen up
I put a towel on the floor by the 2 inch gap under the door
And now ya can't see me anymore, to the lock to the top,
But they can't listen, there'll be no barging in, there'll be no dissin
Get back to the mission, broke out the whip cream and the cherry
I go through all the 5 positions, my head under her leg under my arm under her toe
She says I like it when you scream, Daddy let yourself go,
I hit it, slid it, lick it, quit it, after the ride I put my clothes on I walk outside,
And before anybody has a chance to speak I say Yo I'm Daddy X
I guess I'm just a freak

We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth kings
The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G
 
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"Free Willy"

"Free Willy"


This songs going out to an american hero
And anybody else who has ever been harrassed or arrested for smoking the beautiful plant
Marijuana

[Chorus]
Ohhh willie nelsons not a criminal
He was busted with some shrooms and with some weed
(outlaw deperado)
Ohhh willie nelsons not a criminal
So wont you let old willie be free
(drinking whiskey out the bottle)

He was just average man with the plan of freedom thinking
Good times and good vibes yo was what he was bringing
But still the goverment thought willie was a threat
So they picked on old willie and put him in serious debt
Took his house and his cars but couldnt take his guitar
Tried to push a good man on his face in the yard
But willie stood strong and he can correct
Paid off the taxman with a flag around his head
A true patriot the one to start a formate
And made sure the farmers of today are getting fairly paid
A rebel in his hay still a rebel to this day
A true inspiration for the youth of today
So i say to everybody come and pay your respect
To willie nelson and think where a thritieth check gooess
Cause its going down the drain to fight wars over seas and enemies on scene

[Chorus x2]
Ohhh willie nelsons not a criminal
He was busted with some shrooms and with some weed
(outlaw deperado)
Ohhh willie nelsons not a criminal
So wont you let old willie be free
(drinking whiskey out the bottle) on [x2] (and it could happen to you or me)

Yo willie nelson, hes a legend, hes smokes buds like the bubba cloud ?? you know the
Government, they dont like him, cuz he smoked a joint on the roof of the white house
He puffs clouds, he gets high, hes a rebel for the cause you know he feels the vibes, oh
Willie willie youre a friend of mine, wore the red bandana like the game when he rhymes, he got
The guitar pick, you know he drinks wine, got things in common like boozin in kind, music for
The mind, freedom of speech, blue jeans rocker flannel with the long sleeves, green trees this
And that, the simple things in life like barbequing in the back, yardd being free smoking weed
Writing books only god can judge me

[Chorus]
Ohhh willie nelsons not a criminal
He was busted with some shrooms and with some weed
(outlaw deperado)
Ohhh willie nelsons not a criminal
So wont you let old willie be free
(drinking whiskey out the bottle)

Ohhhh
Oh willie nelson
Oh willie nelson
Busted with shrooms and with weed
Ohhhh
Oh willie nelson
Oh willie nelson
Will you let old willie be free
Ohhhh
 
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"Freeworld"
(feat. Brother J)

"Freeworld"
(feat. Brother J)



Live my life in a free world [x4]

[Richter:]
It's amazing how this whole world is changing
It went from saying "how you doin'" to settin ya claimin
Rearranging the landscape, all this fighting is draining
Putting walls up for safety but we're really containing
Our mind body and spirit and our acceptance of others
A world religion racin' wealth I thought we're supposed to be brothers
And our mother is the earth and our father the sun
Let's put our differences aside and try to love everyone
C'mon

We need to stop all this fighting
And start realizing
That there is no future
For the youth of today unless we change

[Chorus]
I wanna fly away all across the skies
Look at life through the view of an eagle's eyes
I wanna sail away go under the sea
Find the truth about the mysteries of the deep
I wanna roam the earth as a free man
On a planet with no borders explorin' our lands
I wanna..
Live my life in a free world
Live my life in a free world

Live my life in a free world [x4]

[Brother J:]
I'm a globe-trekkin' messenger, freedom express
I'm a citizen of peace combatin' agents of stress
I wanna cleanse the oceans put the oil in my tank
Free these soldiers from war, stack reparations in the bank
Free the world, it's time for peace
Free the hood from poverty
?? raise prodigies
Turn up the mind and please, how the kids gonna read with their ADD?
Afraid I'd never be able to give my free
?? you better hate on beats
Born in the streets yet I'm raised in the East
?? when it comes to the free
Fine melodies I flow like the East
Wisdom, justice, equality
?? mental ??
Freedom fighter in the war for change
Resident evil, eviction notice
New world covenant's a new world focus
Purpose, purpose, end of the circus
Peace!

[Chorus]

[D-Loc:]
Live my life with my family & friends
On a mountain road blue sky is heaven
All I really need is some peace of mind
One day we could get away from this fast paced life
Won't you come with me so I can show you the trees
We could float away down the rivers and streams
I wanna live free, and this time I need
To live my dreams when it's time to leave
Me and you we could disappear
One day we could run away and get outta here
We could start a life livin' like we want
Yeah you and I livin' in a free world

[Chorus]

Live my life in a free world [x4]

[Daddy X:]
I wanna live in a free world where we can be as free as can be
Free to live out our dreams and free to plant our own trees
I've climbed up the highest mountain, spent some nights out at sea
Went to the end of tomorrow, as far as eyes can see
The great spirit is thunder, clouds grace the sky
All things are related, you see we're all intertwined
I'm sippin' wine by the fire where the love runs deep
Honor, truth, and respect will be the tracks that we leave
Our stepping stones for the children should be like stars in the sky
Living with open hearts and having love in their eyes
Never wearing a disguise, know that nature holds the key
To unlock the deeper secrets that the Spirit will keep

[Chorus x2]

Live my life in a free world [x4]
 
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"Friends"

"Friends"


[CHORUS]
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 playa
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, B, 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 ya'll 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
Barbeque 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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"Frontline"

"Frontline"



These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you
by Suburban Noize.

Dloc, Saint vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika.
The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Polish up the crown then watch it shine. The
Kottonmouth kings are on the frontline.

Fly Rhymes, high times suburban noize
gotta be on the frontline. Zig Zags, chronic sacks,tell
the girls they been riding with some big macs.

Gettin, burnt smokin herbs, just an everyday thing in suburbs
Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos.
Now I take 10 steps turn and break out the hoop.
Grip my sack tightly cause I'm about to shoot.
Wind in my ear the I can see
Voices whisper clear, "Smoke another ST."
So I do I fire it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up
3,4 can I stand and handle 1 more.
I'm in the sky am I knockin on heavens door?
Now I'm loading up the clip and I'm pullin through, I
see the little black hole that says I missed you.
I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go
I'm stress free there's no worries left.
my mind travels and my eyes gloss, I reminisce
about the days I hung with big hoss. An even though
he's locked down many still knows that
Saint Dog's got love for his big bro.
Going, going gone, that's it just blazed my last sack.
Case to the head so I can see black. So yo,
that's that, pack me another rip so I can lay back and
let my mind start to trip.
(Why me) Dloc, call me stoner of the krew. If you
fuckin with my stash then I'm fuckin with you. Saint
Dog's got my back. "Man I thought ya knew!" Fly
rhymes, high times, suburban noize comin through.

Now MaryJane, she's my girl, nowdays seems like the
bitch rules my world. And everytime our lips meet,
she's got me loungin like a leaf on a bud tree.
You know I like to stay high. I got the old school ride.
77' bug and it's white on the outside. But on the
inside it's full of bitches, and ounce of erb and 17
switches.
Who's that drunk that slurs and spits? "Saint!" Who
gets trashed and likes to talk some shit?"Saint!" Get
me on the skate and I bosut a heelflip, speak with
dirt slang and I just can't quit.
I'm D-LOC-er the late night toker. Royal flush gots
you bluffin like a game of poker. 66 stylee, face goes
smiley, I like to live the life of riley

Now I'm saint dog but ya already know, that sick
fly, still high, dope style flow. When my clock strikes
12 ask me where I'm gonna go, p-town baby suburban
jugalo.

Well, I'm DLOC steady blazin grass, got the phunky
green buds and the transparent glass. If I had you a
20 then my sack you pass. If it comes up short I'm
gonna bust that ass.
saint dog I'm the hog I'm the leader of the krew.
Stunt man hittin hard on the avenue. Or is it all
because I drank too many brws? Porn Star lifestyle
so I say fuck you!
I got 2 skateboards I eat hash and spam. My uncle,
my pops aint buyin me a
I got a girlish girl I call her Tiki doll. I like to get high
and play dunkball I like to get
high aint a punk yall!!

kottonmouth kings's in the house so pack ya bowl & we
aint nothin but some big west coast jugalos!!

Yeah!! kottonmouth kings! Bringing ya more
suburban noize for ya speakers. Ya tweakers! The
pimp daddies, laying the track down, O.C.
underground sound. When ya come to P-Town...
Bye bye... Bye bye.
 
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"Fuck The Police"
(feat. Insane Clown Posse)

"Fuck The Police"
(feat. Insane Clown Posse)



[Intro]
Ah fuck, not this asshole again
(All right, superstar, hands on the steering wheel)
What's the fuckin' problem, man?
(Any drugs or any weapons in the vehicle?)
Kind of
(I'm Frank Babbit, goddammit I mean business, punk)
I know who you are. Fuck that
(I told you boys I got my eyes on you)
Yeah, right

[Hook]
(Fuck the police) Man, lick these nuts
What did you just say?, (Fuck the police)
Why you gotta sweat us? I'll tell you why I'm sweating. (Fuck the police)
They say protect and serve, then why the fuck am I handcuffed on the curb?
Hey, outta of the car before I fire gun.

[Daddy X]
Well here's another tale from the Subnoize shot callers
Put it on the scale and we show you how to clock dollars.
Banging down the block, got my system on hit
Fly ass bitch all over my dick.
Take another hit of the chronic than I bounce down to
Johnny Richter's house so I could score another ounce,
Well that's the way it is I'm a Kottonmouth King
Rolling through the 'burbs, blowing big smoke rings
Cops on my tail; they in hot pursuit
I got my 215 but no excuse for the loot
I'm holding over 10 Gs, mostly big face bills
I got some old warrants and a bottle of pills.
I gotta think fast, so I'm heading to the pokey
I banged a quick left and I ditched Old Smokey
Pig flew by, didn't look my way
I must be higher than I thought today's a damned good day.

[Hook]
(Fuck the police) Man, lick these nuts
What did you just say? (Fuck the police)
Why you gotta sweat us? I'll tell you why I'm sweating. (Fuck the police)
They say protect and serve, then why the fuck am I handcuffed on the curb?

[The Dirtball]
Fuck you I buy bacon, we don't need it on the streets
If a problem crackin' off I sure don't call the police.
I'm calling snipers in your city code, cops I smell
Only trying to make a buck up off us crooked as hell.
I smashed on 'em by the simple fact that I'm holding 30 pounds
Make my way up into Michigan, smoke it with the clowns
You are not dealing with illegal people
No longer safe or sound
Bullets are flying all over the place
And blood is soaking the ground
I'm squeezing the hell out of Rugers and Glocks
You seeing them flatten their flocks I speeding away and heating the box
Beat rocks We play some weed and flip a bitch up in the hurry fashion
And who now do I see? It's Violent J, hatchet slashin’.

[Hook]
(Fuck the police) I'm sick of swine on my area
(Fuck the police) Yeah, it's Mr. Dirt Bags.
Pigs all up in my biz (Fuck the police)
What did you just call me? All together now fuck 'em Fuck me?
They got for sales in my distribution grid. Fuck you, punk ass.

Dispatch, I got a '78 Cutlass sedan, smoke billowing out.
Two Caucasian males with paint.
A license plate ICP. Run a check please.

[Violent J]
Cruising down the street With the big fat hog
It's the do-gooder Duke of the wicked Violent J Jake the Big Dog.
Drinking Faygo like a madman Yes I do I'm screaming "Fuck the police!"
(Fuck you too) Well if I see them lights flash I'm fast to trip
With the shoka soogy back flip I fatten that lip.
Cuz fuck going to the stone bone Is what I say
I'd rather bury one of you butt nuggets away
I'm a wicked ass clown (with stiffs in the trunk)
And when I grip the whip (you can sniff in the funk)
Kid, cuz where I'm from it ain't about all that playin'
(Nooo!) Now that's what I'm saying (whoop!)
I hear the sirens blare My axe in your hair
Red mist in the air In the middle of your donut treat is my meat
You can quote me now, bitch, cuz I'm so sweet.

[Hook]
(Fuck the police) I'm trying to roll this blunt Yeah,
I'm gonna roll your clown ass (Fuck the police)
What the fuck you want? Is that a hatchet in the back seat? (Fuck the police)
Yeah, it's all fun and games
'Til I saw your face off and choke your brains

Yeah, looks like I got myself a little Richter here
What's your fuckin' problem, man?
Get out of the car, asswipe.
I thought I told you I didn't want to see you
Why'd you even pull me over?
Yeah, some people never learn.
Hey if you run I'm pulling steel
Man, fuck you motherfucker!

[Johnny Richter]
Man I just hate it when I start the blaze and see the blue and red behind my head
Now they're harassing me, asking me where I'm going, where I've been
There's people passing me laughing and now I'm starting to get upset.
Why you harassing me, pig? Yeah, I gotta fuck you for the boys in blue
And all the undercovers, yeah, fuck you too Got a big old bowl of fuck you soup
And if yous fuck gonna catch you soon Keep your mouth shut
About my stash and grow room or we might have to hunt you down
Touch tomb, desert for a dunes doom
Trying to fuck the police ones with real big boo, boo, boobs

[D-Loc]
Yeah, fuck the police
That's become a straight from the leg (you know)
Up on the hill you know we puffing on the dank
And taking on the fakes is what we do
We shuckin' rocks, you know, at your crew
We drink and brew, you know we getting tattoo
We killing sex in the afternoon
And talk about me (what?)
Talk about who (you know)
Get this popo out his blues

[Hook]
(Fuck the police) Y'all make me sick.
(Fuck the police) Y'all can suck my dick.
(Fuck the police) I want some weed shit I'm saying fuck the police
Coming straight from J Rich.
 
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"Full Throttle"

"Full Throttle"



No turning 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 turning back now no turning
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 turning 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 hoops 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 talking 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’
Meeting in the parking lot, to smoke pot before the shows
Hooking up with all the ladies, taking 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 turning 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 turning back now no turning
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 turning back now we going out full throttle”

Fuck everybody if you said I couldn’ rap
Your kicking fiction and I’m kicking facts
And it’s like that
You ain't 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 walking over pit’s of fire on a skinny ledge I’m
going full bored falling 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 ever at any time would ever
You gotta have that mental or this shit o’l get you no where
Got be clever and put it all together
Remember that saying I float like a feather come on dog how could you think that you got it
twisted do the math.

“No turning 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 turning back now no turning
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 turning back now we going out full throttle”
 
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"Ganja Daze"

"Ganja Daze"



This is the ganja night, now all my people exercise your ganja rights
These are the ganja daze, so everybody flex upon your ganja ways and recognize
This is the ganja night, where all my people exercise their ganja right
These are the ganja daze, now everybody flex upon your ganja ways and open eyes

They talk about irie, they talk about me, they talk about everything wrong in the world
I'm wondering why no one talkin of peace
Is there nobody that wants the same thing?
No more plain jane, no more feeling of negative energy up in the brain mang?
No more Government sniffing our main game.
I'm leveling with you when I be writin these raps
We need to remind stoned and snipe prones they bridgin the gaps yea
2011 is when it'll all collapse when a lot of the neighsayers are taking their naps. ha ha ha

Imagine a world where you picked up a paper printed on hemp and read about whats really going on around you.
None of the stories that today are makin news make any sense, we're so consumed with fake reality that ain't true.
Actin like a bunch of confused individuals, instead of focusing on whats real, it's like a funeral.
The death of what we knew as normal has come, so it's time for us to break the mold and start on another one.

This is the ganja night, now all my people exercise your ganja rights
These are the ganja daze, so everybody flex upon your ganja ways and recognize
This is the ganja night, where all my people exercise their ganja rights
These are the ganja daze, now everybody flex upon your ganja ways and open eyes

Used to stress about a lot of things comin up
Hustlin, slangin buds, anything to hit my nut
A savage beast runnin in the underworld
Firearms, dirty money, punk rock, and ripped curls
Started puttin fertilizer in to big tubs
Hookin up lighting systems growing pounds of killer buds
I never thought the gravy train would ever stop
Never thought I'd see the day when Kottonmouth Kings would pop.
But the cops must have had a different plan
Kicked down my front door, ski masks, guns in hand
God damn now I'm facin 9 to 10 lookin back thinkin if I had to do it all again
I caught a break, released back to the streets, put my energy in to writin songs and makin beats
Thanks and praise, every day is a ganja day, ganja daze, thanks for the ganja daze.

This is the ganja night, now all my people exercise your ganja rights
These are the ganja daze, so everybody flex upon your ganja ways and recognize
This is the ganja night, where all my people exercise their ganja rights
These are the ganja daze, now everybody flex upon your ganja ways and open eyes

Ganja ways, my ganja daze, ganja, ganja, forever in my mind it stays
Your not alone so many of us out here, lets come together we can surely make the cloud clear
So rectify a better vibe a longer lasting set of rules where even weed applies
You always know your in the right when you be puffin down
If you with the Kottonmouth Kings way above the ground

Hey D, taste this, smell this nug, this the biz, roll one up its big ol bag
Crack this bitch out the back, out the park, only spark apple pipes in the dark
How we do all the time, each and every day we smokin Kind
Each and everyday we roll it up (ganja) roll it up
Each and everyday we smoke it up (ganja) smoke it up
Nobody gets higher than I, I'm King Celaseye
Up in the clouds, over the seas, soaring the skies, I'm preaching the peace.

This is the ganja night, now all my people exercise your ganja rights
These are the ganja daze, so everybody flex upon your ganja ways and recognize
This is the ganja night, where all my people exercise their ganja rights
These are the ganja daze, now everybody flex upon your ganja ways and open eyes

I wanna get high with you
Spend a little time in the afternoon
Just relax, slow the groove
I wanna get high with you
I wanna get high with you
Spend a little time in the afternoon
Just relax, slow the groove
I wanna get high with you oh ganja (ganja, ganja, ganja.......)
 
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"Get Up"

"Get Up"


Here's some stoney vibrations for ya..
off the Daddy X organic soul record..
featuring the Kottonmouth Kings..
droppin late summer 2004 Suburban Noize Records
kick back fire it up and enjoy..

(I get up)
(I get up)
(I get up)

I get up (I get up)
I get up (I get up)
I get up (I get up)
Even when I'm feelin down (I get up)
So down
(I get up)
So down

There's no need to get down on yourself
There's no need for peeps to scream and yell
So why you always gotta be that dude
Puttin other people down, that don't make you cool
You simply look like a fool, put your foot in your mouth
Uplift one another thats what we're talkin about
I stay up 'cause there's no holdin' me down
I keep my feet on the ground
I keep my friends all around

I get up (I get up)
I get up (I get up)
I get up (I get up)
Even when I'm feelin down
So down
(So down)
So down
(So down) [x2]

We've been hit up, we been spit on
Misunderstood pirate it ain't done wrong
Still we keep movin' on
Yeaahhh, We been hated
under-rated, stuck to a gun
somehow we made it
They just cant silence this song

I get up (I get up)
I get up (I get up)
I get up (I get up)
Even when I'm feelin down
So down
(So down)
So down
(So down) [x2]

Sometimes I struggle
When I'm feeling down and out
All the time I stand by myself
Tryin' to fool myself out
It's so hard to realize
When you're caught up in a mix
The only thing that you see
Is television where's my spits.. I get up

I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
I get up (i get up)
Even when I'm feelin down
So down
(So down)
So down
(So down) [x2]

Organic Soul
Daddy X Droppin 2004
Suburban Noize Records
 
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"Get Your High On"

"Get Your High On"



Whats up everybody, is your boy Johnny Richter
The same mother fucker you used to see in pictures
With a bong, a joint, a pipe, or a big bag
The crickedy cronic that I always seem to have
Yes I always seem to have a little som'em som'em
And I always got the pot that keeps the people coming
And you, you know can't repeat the words ??
So I, just sit back, relax, an get high with the women
Blowin' tokes while getting blown, Lettin' it flow
Johnny Richter, plus a hoe, plus a bag of enduo, Oooooooooooooo....
And that's the shit that people wants to dream about
Makes you want to scream and shout
Wait til' mine gets out your mouth.
Damn baby, you need to relax on that thing
Treat that thing like a nice glass piece

Who wants to get their high on
Listening on this song (get your high on)
Fire up the vaporizer
Go clean out that bong (get your high on)
Who wants to get their high on
higher than Babylon (get your high on)
Speak to your messiah
Come along hit the bong (get your high on)

Simon says.....
Shut the fuck up if you ain't got no weed
You better back the fuck up if you got sticks and seed
D double dash L.O.C. - I got the bombest
Everybody claiming that the B.C. is cronic
Why, do you always smoke when you know your buds garbage
I smoke that purple cush, green crack, lemon super silver haze
So now, you know what the fuck I mean when I say GANJA (GANJA) GANJA
Not a day go by, red eyed, don't ask why
Tonights the night for me to let smoke fly
If your down for the crown everybody get high

Who wants to get their high on
Pull some weed on this song (get your high on)
Fire up the vaporizer
Go clean out that bong (get your high on)
Who wants to get their high on
higher than Babylon (get your high on)
Speak to your messiah
Come along hit the bong (get your high on)

(Stoned, lets get stoned) (Stoned, lets get stoned)

I wanna get stoned now, relieve my stress level
Decompress, elevate like a soul rebel
expand my mind, let my senses run free
loose track of time, let time grab a hold of me
I'm uplifted, my spirits risin'
I'm on couch-lock this ain't surprising
I got the munchies seein' new horizons
Eyes goin' south bond now were vaporizing
I smoke a Dutch, Dragon, Magic Bud, Skunk-one
Purple Haze, Donkey Dick, Hindu Kush, Chocolate Chunk
Cotton Candy, White Widow, Cali Mist, and Bubble Gum,
Blue Berry, Mothers Finest, making peace with everyone
And just think, this nights just begun.. ha ha get your high on

Who wants to get their high on
? (get your high on)
Fire up the vaporizer
Go clean out that bong (get your high on)
Who wants to get their high on
higher than Babylon (get your high on)
Speak to your messiah
Come along hit the bong (get your high on)

Who wants to get their high on

Fire up the vaporizer

Who wants to get their high on

Who wants to get their high on
Come along hit the bong

I wanna get stoned now

GET YOUR HIGH ON
 
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