Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song First Class, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Greatest Highs, in the genre ПопDate of issue: 14.01.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Compilation
Song language: English
First Class |
| Blaze All Day, Every Day |
| Each Way, The Right Way |
| My Way, Greenhay, We High |
| Been There, Done That |
| Big Blunts, Fat Sacks |
| Hit It Fast, Make It Last |
| First Class, We Blaze… |
| Shit’s all finger licking good when you rollin through the hood |
| Twistin Lincoln Logs are hard so we burnin up the wood |
| Cause I be smokin drunk drinkin weed and pairin skunk |
| I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt |
| Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles |
| Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile |
| Acting wild but you ain’t even skirt in the pit |
| Talking shit ain’t worth a lick |
| You wanna bark then you’ll get bit, WOOF! |
| Blow the roof off like an atom bomb |
| D-Loc to Johnny Richter’s like ping to pong |
| Ain’t nothing wrong don’t fix shit if it ain’t broke |
| We ain’t no jokes |
| You know the Kings by the size of our tokes, motherfuckers! |
| My voice is swayin' people always ask me what I’m sayin' |
| Playin' shoddy for the women, so I’m smooth operatin |
| Just ??? |
| and while you’re smokin' on the hay |
| And for the peeps who work to keep start your savin' |
| I keep it clean shaven around four corners |
| We warned ya no dank strong enough to hold us |
| Like soldiers we fold ya keep our composer |
| Roll you in a joint light you up and smoke ya |
| Only take so much shwag made me quag and gag |
| It’s time to smoke some pehnap so I reached in my bag |
| Fix my sac as i pulled out my orange zig-zags |
| You know the Kottonmouth Kings the worlds' greatest tag |
| Team we gleam I spit poisonous juice |
| Abuse microphones let my flow run loose |
| Calling out all troops puttin' weight up on the table |
| Bring a scale round by round check the SoundScan |
| Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop |
| DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak who locks to beats |
| Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot |
| Take from us, better not |
| I got a knack for bud smoke chronic ?? |
| D-Loc's no joke toke for toke he’ll float your boat |
| ?? |
| down my throat, took off my coat (was it wet?) |
| It was soaked, (out smoke you?) not really nope |
| Sat back and had a coke |
| Relaxed and had a smoke |
| A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke |
| No dollar stretched out felt like a stroke |
| Brain transformed like i was on the dose |
| I won’t do coke I never done roak |
| You gotta ring around your nose take a hit off my roach |
| Tryin' to ball like the most try to burnt like a piece of toast |
| On the coast to coast, deep in the post |
| Got my eyes on my crops watchin' over my gross |
| Just daze you a little, damn he’s kinda dope |