| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
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| blast-
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| Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last-
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| you know that we was built to last
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| The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder
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| AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master
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| The Budda Blasta it’s all-good
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| Operatin in my green room
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| Cutting up my words.
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| You betta make way
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| I’ve been know to blow the spot
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| Mr. Ginseu Master
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| And Bobby Suenam
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| We form like volton connected by the feet
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| So theirs room to reach
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| When we transform the beat
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| With the ill techniques
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| Needles stick like gum
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| Bobby on the two and shaky on the one
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| Here comes the suenamie brothas
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| Duck fuck run grab your shields and
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| Putten up this ain’t for fun
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| Table combat son
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| You betta blow the spot
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| When I penetrate it’s deep
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| You know I smoke my pot
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| Everyday I stay ripped
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| They call me D-Loc the C Don’t Eva get it twisted
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| Naw! |
| Mean.
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| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
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| blast- Why do all
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| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that
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| we was built to last
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| And you know this
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| I got so Herb in my pocket
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| A caddie an a truck
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| A phat chain wallet
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| A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart
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| A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard
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| My wake because winter just passed
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| Summer comin up River runs with the hash
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| Me and all my dogs
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| Drinken beers token buds
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| Yorkin on are trucks
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| Right under the sun
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| And when the water cold
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| We sit and get stoned
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| Hollerin at the hunny’s
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| Talkin shit from crow’s boat
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| And if you don’t know
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| I don’t really fuckin care
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| Like listen to a drunk
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| When he’s yappin in my ear
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| Talken this tale that
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| Your not make no sense
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| Like smoken crack by a fence
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| Or bud when it’s dense
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| Don’t run get it twisted
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| I’m a tell you again
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| The call me L-O-C
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| Sucka see ya! |
| Say.
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| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
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| blast- Why do all
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| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that
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| we was built to last
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| I be the kid with my pants
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| Straight sagged to my knees
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| Got my vans on my feet
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| Smoke a once a week
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| Written rhymes to beats
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| Intertwining with timing
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| Rhyming patters are scatteren
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| I’m as high as the heavens
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| Farmer are caddle
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| Eaten valiums and tatilen
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| On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins
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| On the search for medalians
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| While they thinking their stallions
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| I about to burn like dragons
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| How could you imagin
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| Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom
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| With a attitude bablin
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| On the desk I was taggen
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| While the teacher was talking
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| Hald the time I was nappin
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| Sides the fact I was slacken
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| Didn’t care if I was passin
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| Relaxin and laughing
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| Stealing pencils and graphing
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| Children for magazine
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| Memories of causalities
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| People now gather me I’m the D-L-O-C
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| And I’ll I do is smoke weed.
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| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
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| blast- Why do all
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| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that
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| we was built to last |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Built To Last , by - Kottonmouth Kings. Song from the album Rollin' Stoned, in the genre Поп