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Kottonmouth Kings

Ridin' High

 

Ridin' High

(album: Cloud Nine - 2007)


[Chorus]
Riding High
Switching lanes back and forth, popping strains of Indo
We riding high
Foot on the gas, car full and we smoke
Riding high
Laid back, smooth, it'll put you in the mood
We riding high
We're the Kings of the Chronic and this is how we do

[D-Loc:]
When I bounce out, I got a pocket full of weed
Pants always sagged, Double Dash burning trees
?? Can't understand the next line ??
Stop at the liquor store to get a little something
Pick a 12 pack up, a couple of blunts
Go back to the crib, now it's time to get drunk
Call my girl up, 'cause I need a lil' love
Roll another blunt, let the smoke float above

[J Rich:]
On a Sunday afternoon, just washing my car
Getting it ready for the night and the boulevard
Polishing all the chrome and shining up the tires
Smoking joint after joint, I couldn't get no higher
Keep a mini-bong chilling in my cup holder
Plus a bag in my lap full of nothing but the dosha
Cruising out the neighborhood on a slow stoncreek ??
I'm just out riding high, simply doing my thing

[CHORUS]

[B-Real:]
Hitting the weed and become just like me
Kush smoking rebel full of THC ??
One hit, two hit, three hit, four
Then five more hits from my eight foot Roor
Then roll that shit up and hit it, pass it around
Don't hog it up or we take it away and put you down
You wanna medicate, meditate
Been known for hitting the bong, blunts, and the vaporate
We riding high with an endless supply
Because we ?? and put the red in your eyes
We sack it up in three months, packing the free lunch
After the 420, we stacking the damn money
And so it goes if you're holidn' the dro
Break it out, blaze it up, then you hitting & hold (??)
With the KMK or the Cypress blend
You better twist those ends and go tell your friends

[CHORUS]

[Daddy X:]
We rolling out like Willy and the Chocolate Bunch
With a ??, blowing nothing but the Skunk
?? Can't understand the next line ??
?? Can't understand the next line ??
See the police, they ain't phasing me
I've had a lot of cops sit down & blaze with me
Throw their guns and their badge on the table
And break out a pound ??

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