Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good As Gold , by - Kottonmouth Kings. Song from the album High Society, in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Good As Gold |
| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |
| If you ask me how I’m living, my reply is 'I'm sold' |
| Smoked out, without a doubt |
| I keep a constant flow, of indo smoke pouring out my lungs |
| And you can strip to find a stash on the tip of my tongue |
| Marijuana, running through my veins |
| God’s great gift comes in different strains |
| ]From the mainland (purps?) all the way to big island |
| Underground cultivation, yes I try to stay blasted |
| ]From to sea to sea, and I’ve also been known to plant seed after seed |
| Seven points on my flag when it’s blowing in the wind |
| Prop 215 so let the games begin |
| Smoke as much as you want, Johnny Richter’s everlastin |
| When you packin' a sacks, (??) |
| Your plants don’t grow in that bud that be glowin |
| For once you have to ask, all the people never knowin |
| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |
| Yo, I can barely breathe, I need to kick a verse |
| The smoke’s on my mind, and it’s getting on my nerves |
| Observe, don’t wanna look at my lungs |
| Shriveled like an old peach, pear, plum |
| Nicotine, I’d rather smoke some green |
| What does it take, and why do I fiend? |
| If I conquer this kick, I’d be crowned king |
| Wasting my money, four bucks a pack |
| Going out of my way for some dirt sticks at that |
| It’s gettin to be crap, I’m all up out of wack |
| But I’m rowdy, I need to buy a patch |
| The dirty little camel is makin' me weeze |
| Go around to the castle where there’s bongs and weed |
| I need to take a shit, got no time to think |
| There’s a zong by the toilet, and some bud on the sink |
| Some bud on the sink, some bud on the sink |
| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |
| I knew a real stoner named D-Loc |
| Never went to sleep, smoked weed till the sun broke |
| Up all night with his pipe, puffin' indo |
| Evaporated herb, like dilapidating ozone |
| Sack after sack, after sack, now he’s flat broke |
| About to get faded, take a toke, while the tape rolls |
| Kottonmouth Kings write rhymes on hemp stones |
| Daddy X don’t smoke, and (??) |
| Save the best of the best, when pack it in the vest |
| You know the THC content you will never guess |
| Unless you invest, we can put it to the test |
| There’s no stress for the cess, we all about the next guest |
| (??), now our minds spun |
| We in a whole new place, lowered the lights |
| Bud stickin, laced, fruit taste, sticky |
| Nothing but dank, number one rank |
| No need to rush, sippin' buds by the crops |
| Those little red rocks in the hydroponic box |
| To keep the plants kissin, we got a drip system |
| Electronical device, liquid dice |
| (??) to the fullest and beautiful kolas |
| One puff, you clueless, to all you rookie smokers |
| (??) was stun, relation was won |
| We love to see our plants looki' pretty in the sun |
| I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow |
| Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl |
| Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro |
| Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow |