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 juggalo. 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. Planet Budtron Life ain't funny when you ain't got no money And that clock strikes 4:20 and you wanna get high No bills get sent and you can't pay the rent Everyday I get bent yo, so that I can get by On and ontaking rips from the bong Planet Budtron, BSO stay on Kottonmouth Kings got them dope tracks 1605, yes they got my back I'm buckin your booze cause you smoke crack I get the munchies and I eat a greasy Big Mac Finding me smoked out ain't unlikely That's why my homies call me D to L-O-C You'll catch me at a party deep in OC Representing that punk rock stylee When I'm on the mic I make the crowd move To escape reality I bust my own groove Ladies on the floor say you're so smooth I wink my eyes in reply, they says "Real cool" Life ladies wouldn't understand me Sense coincide to be in anarchy? Skate in my hand cause I'm like that Bust a circle off the curb cause I'm real phat Life ain't funny when you ain't got no money And that clock strikes 4:20 and you wanna get high No bills get sent and you can't pay the rent Everyday I get bent yo, so that I can get by On and on taking rips from the bong Planet Budtron, BSO stay on I'm D Loc, go ape like shit Smoke bud with the king click Don't trip, but addicted full throne Cant stop smokin that homegrown I got a fat blown acre out in Riverside Hall brooke locals, the kings reside E Loc, G Mac, Big Hoss in the pen BJ, Gweedo, and my boy Efrem I go coocoo for cocoa, chocolate thai Smoke bud till I die, if you wonder why Stay high like a black fly And then I sigh, buzzin like a busy Biz-I bye bye bye bye Life ain't funny when you ain't got no money And that clock strikes 4:20 and you wanna get high No bills get sent and you can't pay the rent Everyday I get bent yo, so that I can get by On and on taking rips from the bong Planet Budtron,BSO stay on Saint Vicious pay attention let me educate I break tapper in the gut of this legislate Push em tap and I watch em slowly drain out Lies lies lies is what I'm talkin about Not old school like I'm used to Kottonmouth Kings just broke through Psychedelic hip hop punk rock shit So back the hell up You get smacked in your lip Saint Dog quit I'm from the old school I'm blockin half pipes here to skate to Launch rip rail slide slid it real smooth No skateboard but it was still cool [Chorus] This has been the Kottonmouth Kings Transmitting live from planet budtron With fellow B at the helm High at the Argon House Bobby B Saint Vicious D Loc And I'm Daddy Sayin work hard Play hard And skate hard Oh, and ah one more thing Check please Psychedelic Funk This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creation, Mass plantation With the kottonmouth kings burnin up the nation. Don't watch your back cause we're comin through front And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt My minds always trippin so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk Shit its a damn good day, got money in the bank, Cash in my tank, pays for my dank Got a new Paramax, money for the taxes, And for the plenty herb the lord I do thank Boom, shit, bang, X is the name Dirt slang's the game and I bang poontang It's the first county all league pimp selection, Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner Once was a preacher, but I huff paint thinner Took your boo home and that bitch made me dinner Rolled a couple phillies and I went up in her. It's the capital D, the L-O-C Can't nobody even fuck with me, hell no My style is free, I bangs the P, I tagged the circle 'A' for anarchy Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt My minds always trippin so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk Hot Damn! I'm back in my van. Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan? Been sniffin around like Toucan Sam, WHAT? BAM BAM! Now there's bacon on the van I said fuck the police I'm an old school skata Pull upside the curb, throw up, peace say lata Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador, Told you mother fuckers I'm an old school skater I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration, Easy access for easy penetration What's all this talk about a generation? Legalize the plant Lets free this nation (Buyaka Buyaka?) hemp plantation (Buyaka Buyaka?), free this nation Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt My minds always trippin so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk Puffin on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka Chocolate factory, I take more hits than Tonka Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin like a bee We're the bong tokin fiends representin' OC Oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mix Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks Your bitch is on my dick, your momma is too And this is going out to the Kottonmouth krew Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit Dirty wife beaters, I should just quit But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legit Whores in my hand as I bounce through the pit Punk rock and I can't forget cha Kottonmouth Kings up in the picture Suburban noise, man I thought you knew, And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool Yes we're comin through with an oldie brew West coast juggalos sayin hoodie hoo Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front And when we're on stage we're smokin like a blunt My minds always trippin so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk Puffin on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk Scratch pow, don't ask me how Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you any how Take that! Let's fishbowl this bitch What's the time? Its time to get lit Buyaka buyaka, splif to the clip Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip Inhale, hold it real deep Orange county horny devils back on the fuckin creep! High Society Now, don't get me wrong the 10 Commandments is cool, See once upon a time I too believed in the Golden Rule Unemployment figures at an all time high (?) nation dwindled, so the (sauté?) swindle Got tossed the fuck out the window. You know what I'm saying? Kottonmouth kings still blowin smoke rings. Keep your head up. It's a high society It's time for some realization, Not fueled by media manipulations But the manifestation of the last generation, legalization Fuck your pensions if you're paid, pay attention Teachers of this land, yo your all on detention You failed to mention about this everyday struggle, Placed me in a bubble but it popped on the double, Now your in trouble cuz I'm older now I'm bolder now, Bitch, I'm a soldier now Been raised to blaze in the simple place, Like a greyhound's race to brace this of disgrace I've seen people starved till there no life left, I've seen heads kicked in for the words that they said Police crackin skulls with no questions asked, A suicidal shot from a shotgun blast It didn't have nothing to do with (?) It didn't have shit to do with the ones that they dropped It didn't have nothing to do with the land that got stole believe me motherfucker, I see right through your mind control I won't drown, drown, drown in your society High times, it's a high society Lies, lies everyone keeps tryin me Why wont they just let me be? It's a high society First of all lets get this straight, this systems full of shit, They say 'In God we trust', your a fuckin hypocrite Crooked politicians lying out their ass Money hungry whores behind the doors smokin grass No trust in the nation, trust in the nation Spending all the money on the fucking immigration Walls caving in it's getting hard to breathe 51-50's what this system's done to me! Money don't mean shit to me, it grows on evil trees It breaks up families, it's more like a disease Cuz it's tension, did I mention it's the governments invention, Dollar dollar bill ya'll Currency a money dollar for 20 bucks, You can make somebody's daughter suck a (hooker-holla?) Turn a boy into a baller, watch his chips stack taller, Dollar dollar bill ya'll You'll see all or nothin in this game of survival Gots hustlers holdin on to the scams, They can (watch?) their bible But I'm viable for me to stay tribal, And keep making these flows undeniable But I'm viable for me to stay tribal, And keep making these flows undeniable I won't drown, drown, drown in your society High times, it's a high society Lies, lies everyone keeps tryin me Why wont they just let me be? It's a high society Now a nation that's stolen, can never be golden Compassion's not true in, in this (shallow amount?) of ruin. Modern industry, the industrial complex A system of no balance, and not enough checks Disease bred, transmitted through sex Revelation (to for wishin'?) Can you pay the tuition? Can you make the grade ? Is life really all about getting paid? Money can't buy nothing buried in a grave Slave driven, unforgiven The more you make, the better your livin' So it's all role-playin, playing roles, grave diggers diggin' holes Genetics strange, passed down through years of pain So the cure you seek for the mentally weak is just the norm As we weather the storm, so it's conform or suffer Whats Your Trip? Some people like to lick it Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it. Some like to think with a drink their hand It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend I need another lick, I need another lick what's your trip? I need another lick, I need another lick what's your trip? As I flow let the shit seep deep into your ear drums Alien fly ass rhymes as you hear them Peep this sound it's from the darkest side of the planet A little tab of paper and I'll walk the planet It's about to happen in the next few hours, I've entered a world with billions of flowers Pixies all dancing all around my head Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead The walls get wavy and melt like gravy I ask myself is there something here to save me? Oh, oh, oh shit what the fuck have I done? A little tab of paper that I put on my tongue. Now the demons are coming from above and beyond (??) stabbing at my face with their (??) I ask myself is it worth it to lick? I guess I'm undecided So fool what's your trip? I need another rip, I need another rip What's your trip? I need another rip, I need another rip What's your trip? Some people like to lick it Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand It all depends on that ends that you're willing to spend Do I lick or do I sip? None of the above cause I just take rips From a pipe, sometimes a bong Cause it feels damn good when it lingers in my lungs I'm a ganja man, I like a J in my hand At all times burning so my high never lands I'ma get you soooo high, that's what 'I'm sayin When it comes to smokin, man I'm never playin Just steady blazin, its amazin how I'm hazin They never perpetrate and with the highs I'm elevating And always skating when I get a board When I bust an ollie my earphones (??) And then I pick it up, and then I smoke it up And then I smoke it to the head until I'm lifted up No I cant deny Chinese eyed until the day that I die I take rips, so bitch what's your trip? I need another sip, I need another sip What's your trip? I need another sip, I need another sip What's your trip? Some people like to lick it, Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend You wanna know my trip? We wanna know your trip You wanna take a lick? You wanna take a lick you wanna take a rip of my trip heres a sin Sip (sip) of some gin now give me your tip. On point, I need a joint when I'm drinkin Yes I'm seekin for a 40 to get my buzz peakin Now I'm leakin all over my (self?) What you wanna do, get another 502? You should have eaten some food Instead of drinkin on an empty stomach Just don't talk cause my buzz is gettin kinda chronic Bionic, here comes another stage,(?) Well this is why I say not to drink while you rage Head spins, what the fucks goin on? Head spins, you need to stick to your bong Well no face first, X clenching on the dirt slang My head starts spinning (I'm about to fall in to the earth?) My mouth starts to water, X says "Puke it out" Fuck that shit, man that ain't what I'm about (??) Pass the malt liquor, gimme another beer Yo yeah man that's my mother fuckin dog SAINT DOG Some people like to lick it, Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it Some like to think with a drink in their hand, It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend. So High It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby B Attention young ladies, attention young ladies Man homeboy's over here in the garage with 4 1000's Powder nutrients growing in the dirt Takin' 4 and a half months not even getting a full peak Ya know, ya know, ya know. In a room the size of a telephone booth Using liquid nutrients, (buds swell rock, wool?) One 1000 watt high pressure sodium (kevorki?) buds the size of a fuckin' Volkswagen, Ya know what I'm talkin' about, you do the math motherfucker. What's up smokers? Another suburban noize joint for you to pull on Stoners Reeking Havoc I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly. Hit the bong, stand by I'ma get you so high Back up off me, I need room to puff Fuck Babylon, man I can't get enough I smoke, so I like it going down We're all getting lifted cuz I just stole a pound Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin Fuck that shit, I'm hittin till my mind's jelly And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's To play some pool and that's with a couple friends Grab 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 7 hits off that bud called kind Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin Here I go again, man, my mind's boggling I'ma get you so high, mind boggling I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling I'ma get you so high 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 (?) that shit is how I was smoking Fuck this schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin Splif 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 hits so I said 'that's swell' Pass a tweak to the left, party busters set in I need some fresh air cuz I'm high off that in Walked towards the door but man 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 fogging Here I go again, yo my mind's boggling I'ma get you so high, mind boggling I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling I'ma get you so high Here I go getting deeper into my mind again Thinking bout good times, smoking kind again By myself so you say, am I a stoner or a loner Man I can't cope with this lil hell 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' ya'll, 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 and it take me to another level To escape the pain and all my life's trouble Close my eyes, pray take the pain away Ask the lord should I live to see another day Rob Harris died, I guess this is one of life's little tests ...take a bullet to the chest (Money can't buy me my?) first real true love, died at 23, now she's waitin for me up above Get the pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin Here I go again motherfucker my mind's boggling Suburban Life 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 Play On Kottonmouth Kings don't stand for a gang Kottonmouth Kings just let the nuts hang Everyday thing how we hang, how we hang Kottonmouth Kings just do their own thing This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day Make some room so these players can play So we can play on, play on Now I woke up this morning and I thought about Hoss Smoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawers Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants hang Beanie on my head just to cover up my lump The night before got in a fight just cause I was drunk Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong Took a rip held it in then I coughed up a lung Burn some incense so I can cover up the smell An everyday thing that I live to tell Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper Now the stereo is on and the CD was bumpin' Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin' Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew Party later on, over by river jetties 56th Street so you know there'll be some betties Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destination Party time baby, its a nightly occupation Stepped out the pad, walked in the player's den On the way mail a letter to my brother in the pen There's a smile on your face from my smooth dub style See you later alligator, after a while crocodile Now a new day dawned, lets get things started Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and farted Dip my blue jeans in some bleach and starches Mobbin' OC we need the golden arches D-Loc where you at? Saint's hung over and he started to yack Kicked out of Mickey D's cuz we don't know how to act Lets call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack Now tonight's the night like DJ Quik At least 3 parties that we gotta hit And if the cops show up were gonna start some shit Riot time baby-Kottonmouth Klick Punk rock music homegrown in OC Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and Social D No Doubt, Agent Orange now the PTB The last generation of the dynasty Now the skates in the sack lets hit the ditch Broke up with my girlie cause the ho was a bitch Still that boy that be puttin' it down Representin' OC, P-Town This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day Make some room so these players can play So we can play on play on Brought the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?) Its a little noisy but inside its all good Got two 15's underneath the hood Well I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd. Got the neighborhoods bumpin', tainted hard Dodgin' and weavin' down suburban streets Till this one house wife started bitchin' at me So I pulled the bug over and I revved it up First gear lit em up, then I backed it up Over the curb, told her to kiss my ass Gave her the bird, boned out on that ass Back on the mission to score a sack 77 boned out passed the Cadillac Heard a horn honk it was full of freaks Ladies on my tip cause I'm so unique Turn the bass high and I tilted my lid I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid And you know I'm doin' shit that you wish you did Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I slid Stopped at the school jumped on my skate 4 freaks showed up, one I use to date They broke out the blunt and they got me stoned Another day gone, so long, so long This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday Didi dodi didi dodi day Make some room so these players can play So we can play on, play on (We don't let them know?) that we smoke out everyday Didi dodi didi dodi day Bring a fat sack so the homies can blaze So we can blaze on, blaze on Didi dodi didi dodi day Didi dodi didi dodi day Play on Blaze on Blaze on Play on Play on Blaze on Blaze on Play on Roll It Up Roll it up then, confrontation Smoke it up then, heal the nation Roll it up then, burn the ganja I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia What we gonna do? Fool I though you knew We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue Man I'm barkin, park so we can get this sparked and We'll score a fat sack and there wont be no more then We'll make a right turn, the shef'll burn Break out the two-four and put the bowl on turn We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin We're gettin low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb I got about a fifty, so Loc what's the word? Its some herb, we bout to blaze it (that's what I'm sayin), We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted Saint call some freaks ,why me, cuz you're gifted Roll it up then, confrontation Smoke it up then, heal the nation Roll it up then, burn the ganja I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand Saint we got low cuz we smoked all our dough That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked Man he broke, and too bad we aint no joke Two hits and pass that, man I want another roach The sad oversoked man I want some mo That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door Let me say times cuz that sucker livin' Shake in my somthin that fools start trippin What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin down? It makes me think twice, with the j out your hand You aint nothin but a rookie Tryin to drop science but your mind is playin hooky Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth Sing along with the song sendin out to the youth: Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life Roll it up then, confrontation Smoke it up then, heal the nation Roll it up then, burn the ganja I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand Man I'm gettin stressed, I need to hit the cess I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves Lets get some sinsemilla, its twenty a quarter Naw lets get some kind bud its willin to float ya Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl I get a quarter bag of the ? shwag that makes you hurl Look what I got I just got my double chamber We smoke it with a double, its clipped, prepare for danger And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my rip I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only Bud smokers only, bud smokers only There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only Man I'm gettin hungry we need to get some food Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood Well hold up, my pager is blowin up Yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin up Roll it up then Smoke it up then Roll it up then 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 dimes, 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 remote control car with fat ass fuckin whomper buds Fuckin varsity team, D-Loc said represent 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 I gots 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-eyed biatch I only kick licks and a I don't shoot brick I got you puzzled like the wrinkles on my scrotum sac I got a gang a gear, 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 say 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 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) 4-2-0 Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep 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 3 Horny Devils Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C. Bass first, then comes the treble Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two three horny devils And if ya feelin' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya beta leave fool I'm one of the three of the horniest devils I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel Just a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid Got a 77 slant nose V-dub biatch Well this is for the bitchez and the bitch boyz too I'm Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth Krew Ya sister go inside to drink a 40 oz brew Gettin' laid in the back of a Subaru A Subaru, I thought you knew I did her doggy style like Scooby Doo Now listen up ladies check it out they call me Saint I try to be a good guy but the truth it is I ain't See I huffs on the paint (paint) Take rips on the dank (dank) And if I'm at a party I might hit the nitrous tank Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head wa was to the head Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head D-Loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red Its a 9.4 on a Richter scale I got the green farm buds and they ain't for sale, The shit we smoke man would never fail us For the Kottonmouth Kings to inhale, biatch Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C. Bass first, then comes the treble Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two three horny devils And if ya feelin' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool I'm gettin' drunk smokin blunts like these white boys should They call me crazy crack straight peckerwood But I'm just a kid walkin' on this earth And yes I rock the microphone for what its worth And for what its worth we're all one in the same Got a little horny devil that controls my brain Hey hey hey got a bowl, get a light I beat in the mic some ask for the night Saint diggy-Dog takin' on oncomers Winter, spring, and summer I'm burnin' through the rubbers Burnin' through the rubbers and strippers man Bet I'll hit more skin than you can When your high goes flat Pakelika's got the best Fix you up fill you up with the fat green snacks Phillies always roll like a wrestlin match So light it up, go to sleep, Kottonmouth on the creep Horny devils always huntin always rollin' 3-Deep Three horny devils (three horny devils) Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C., three horny devils Three horny devils on the late night creep,three horny devils I'm D-Loco, I sip pot cocoa I wont fuck a girl if the bitch is a broke ho I'm Saint Doggy drinkin's my hobby, I'll split yo lip if yo ass gets foggy I'm X Daddy betcha I have these fine young fillies in my '62 Caddy Three horny devils psychotic rebels Rollin' 3-Deep bitch, so turn up yo treble I was born and bred to rip this (?) Takin' 7 bong loads to the mother fuckin head I'm a late night crawler, P-Town Baller, Creepin' up on ya like a creepy crawler haha One, two three horny devils Bass first, then comes the treble O.C. hittin new levels I'm D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin', phillie blunt rollin', My bug ain't stolen naw, kinda, not really just some of the parts Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box Man I touch a brew but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach Just to get lit and do another show ya hear bump, bump all night long I said bump, bump but that's another song and that's another track So bring it back to the facts of the subject Fuck it lets fish bowl this bucket Lets fish bowl this bucket, yea lets fish bowl this bucket