| Creep creep, I’m on the creep creep for the kind bud
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| O.C. |
| late night, rollin' in the V-Dub
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| Sick of scrapin' resin so I’m lookin' for a sack
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| All I learn, I’ll head for burn
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| BSO’s got my back
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| Better rip that shit, rip it
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| Yeah, this is that 1605 shit
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| The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' garage style
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| Bump, Bump, Bump
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| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
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| Said Bump, Bump, Bump
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| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck
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| Well I’m that pig that the bitches talk about
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| Saint’s what they shout, you got all the clout
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| A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King
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| 1605… (fool pass me the bing)
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| Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play
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| You hear Humble Gods from a mile away
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| All the heads are bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin'
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| D-Loc is mumblin'… (I gotta little somethin)
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| Well then he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip
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| Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip
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| Came to a halt at an intersection
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| Turned up the music at my discretion
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| D-Loc in the back saying, «What do I see?
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| A jeep full of freaks just staring at me.»
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| D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover
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| Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over
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| They got out of the car and stepped to my side
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| I said «Hello ladies let’s take a ride»
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| I’m Saint Dog, that’s D-Loc the man
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| Daddy X is the one that’s driving the van
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| So climb on in and don’t be shy
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| We’re gonna close the doors and let the games be fly
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| Once again I said it my name’s S-T
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| It’s just another day of a P-T-B
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| Bump, Bump, Bump
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| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
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| Said Bump, Bump, Bump
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| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck
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| Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride…
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| And I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5
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| Up early in the morning trying to survive
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| A chump change, it’s a shame with no education
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| No inspiration, no destination
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| But now my occupation is to do what I like
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| Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic
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| 'cause if I don’t rock it then another sucker will
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| And if you don’t jock it then I can’t pay the bill
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| Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage (Hey!)
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| Said Saint represent for the under age
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| Same damn year, my face is up in rays
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| Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge
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| Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge
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| And when I’m on the stage, yes I get get real blazed
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| Get me on the court my skills will put you in amaze
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| T-T-T-Tickin a twine all day
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| Bump, Bump, Bump,
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| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
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| Said Bump, Bump, Bump
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| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck
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| Said Bump, Bump, Bump,
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| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
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| Said Bump, Bump, Bump
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| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck
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| Said Bump, Bump, Bump,
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| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
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| Said Bump, Bump, Bump…
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| D-Loc's on the pipe rip rip’s it up!
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| It’s the unpolitical, psychoanalytical
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| Undefeated champ that will stick you fool
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| My style is crazy not wooka waaka lazy
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| If you chill with me I’ll be sure to… (blaze thee)
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| Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy
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| That shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy
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| My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them
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| The j got to my head, it fucked up my cerebellum
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| It’s about time to compute your math
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| 'cause my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph
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| See I’ve tripped before but never like this
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| Straight to my mind put my brain on a bliss
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| I won’t fake the funk when I smokin' on da skunk
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| That 40 bowl evil get my pink eye drunk
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| And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance
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| I’m a supercharged baller that’s electrically enhanced
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| My flows are silky soft… like I write and my lesson
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| And now a lyricist, poetry in motion
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| To each and to each I cause a commotion
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| Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion
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| Farewell to all and to all good night
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| I’ll leave ya these??? |
| out all night.
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| Wait, Wait, Wait you said??? |
| that shit will suck you up
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| Get off the??? |
| and rock the bump
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| Bump, bump, bump,
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| That’s the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
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| Said bump, bump, bump
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| We’re the Kottonmouth Kings and we don’t give a fuck!
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| Biatch! |