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(专辑: Royal Highness - 1998)
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 doing 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 bumping Insane Clown Posse talking bout chicken hunting 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 Mobbing 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 cause 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 putting it down Representing OC, P-Town This the
type of thing that we be doing 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 rolling down Yorba Linda Blvd. Got the
neighborhoods bumping, 15's hit hard Dodging and weaving down suburban streets Till this one house wife started bitching 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 getting jocked, I'm that P-Town kid And you know I'm doing shit that you wish you did Dip right going 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 doing 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