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