Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Built To Last, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Rollin' Stoned, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Built To Last |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor |
| blast- |
| Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- |
| you know that we was built to last |
| The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder |
| AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master |
| The Budda Blasta it’s all-good |
| Operatin in my green room |
| Cutting up my words. |
| You betta make way |
| I’ve been know to blow the spot |
| Mr. Ginseu Master |
| And Bobby Suenam |
| We form like volton connected by the feet |
| So theirs room to reach |
| When we transform the beat |
| With the ill techniques |
| Needles stick like gum |
| Bobby on the two and shaky on the one |
| Here comes the suenamie brothas |
| Duck fuck run grab your shields and |
| Putten up this ain’t for fun |
| Table combat son |
| You betta blow the spot |
| When I penetrate it’s deep |
| You know I smoke my pot |
| Everyday I stay ripped |
| They call me D-Loc the C Don’t Eva get it twisted |
| Naw! |
| Mean. |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor |
| blast- Why do all |
| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that |
| we was built to last |
| And you know this |
| I got so Herb in my pocket |
| A caddie an a truck |
| A phat chain wallet |
| A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart |
| A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard |
| My wake because winter just passed |
| Summer comin up River runs with the hash |
| Me and all my dogs |
| Drinken beers token buds |
| Yorkin on are trucks |
| Right under the sun |
| And when the water cold |
| We sit and get stoned |
| Hollerin at the hunny’s |
| Talkin shit from crow’s boat |
| And if you don’t know |
| I don’t really fuckin care |
| Like listen to a drunk |
| When he’s yappin in my ear |
| Talken this tale that |
| Your not make no sense |
| Like smoken crack by a fence |
| Or bud when it’s dense |
| Don’t run get it twisted |
| I’m a tell you again |
| The call me L-O-C |
| Sucka see ya! |
| Say. |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor |
| blast- Why do all |
| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that |
| we was built to last |
| I be the kid with my pants |
| Straight sagged to my knees |
| Got my vans on my feet |
| Smoke a once a week |
| Written rhymes to beats |
| Intertwining with timing |
| Rhyming patters are scatteren |
| I’m as high as the heavens |
| Farmer are caddle |
| Eaten valiums and tatilen |
| On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins |
| On the search for medalians |
| While they thinking their stallions |
| I about to burn like dragons |
| How could you imagin |
| Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom |
| With a attitude bablin |
| On the desk I was taggen |
| While the teacher was talking |
| Hald the time I was nappin |
| Sides the fact I was slacken |
| Didn’t care if I was passin |
| Relaxin and laughing |
| Stealing pencils and graphing |
| Children for magazine |
| Memories of causalities |
| People now gather me I’m the D-L-O-C |
| And I’ll I do is smoke weed. |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor |
| blast- Why do all |
| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that |
| we was built to last |