| We met a lot of scratch
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| X we made a lot of dough
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| We always rolling grass
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| Loc we smoked a lot of 'dro
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| We wrote a lot of songs
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| X we played a lot of shows
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| We packed a lot of bongs
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| Man we flipped a lot of hoes
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| We did a lot of this
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| I know we did a lot of that
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| We traveled lots of miles put the styles on the map
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| We recognized world wide if you didn’t know
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| We flow with the clouds rolling out Koast II Koast
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| Now I know you never seen somebody like me
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| Up on the stage ripping the M-I-C
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| With so much ease clearly
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| Time for you the parents gonna tell their peers
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| That their sons and daughters are filled with beers
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| Now their sons and daughters are filled with fears
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| Because lights and sirens are getting near
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| See I recall one night in Omaha
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| We was getting' drunk all having a party ya’ll
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| At a house where they had a party ball
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| At the end of the night I could hardly walk at all
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| Said fuck that and I started to crawl
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| Was in the backyard but I started to fall
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| On the ground like I was a basketball
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| Up and down like a fucking see saw
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| I remember getting' baked up in the great lakes
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| Trying to make hash and weed cakes
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| Then it got so late with bus call at eight
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| Had to bounce out quick catch a break
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| Trek down to the southern states to the dirty south
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| Where the girlies shake their asses
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| To get some backstage passes man I love my life
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| I remember one time we was out in the Carolina’s
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| A group of hippies came up on us saying they was trying to find us
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| They heard about us in High Times you know the magazine
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| They said it’s groovy what we’re doing for the cannabis scene
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| They put a box in my hand it weighed at least two pounds
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| And it was custom painted decorated with a Krown
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| I opened up the box and smelled the sweet aroma
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| We had a massive session almost left X in a coma
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| Now that’s the type of love the Kings are getting Koast II Koast
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| You know we chilly most always going out for broke
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| We put that Southern California life style on them
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| And make them freedom songs that make you want to rip your bong
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| Now you need to simply understand
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| Kottonmouth Kings roam all over this land
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| And we rolling until the wheels fall off
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| Stoners reeking havoc we ain’t never gonna stop
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| Break 'em off Loc
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| I’m flowing now Koast II Koast
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| On the gas we be dipping through the map
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| Smoking buds in the back of the bus rolling blunts
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| Represent with the raps steady moving on the dip
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| Microphone on my hip let me tell you all like this
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| I was drinking like a fish one night I recall
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| Getting faded off that eight ball
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| Taking mushrooms tripping thought I was on the moon
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| Hey yo Mike stop the beat because I got to go to the bathroom
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| You can always catch the Kottonmouth Kings
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| Rollin' on the interstate highways
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| Through the deserts to the mountains to the shining sea
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| From the East coast to the West Coast
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| To the Midwest to the high plains
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| The Rocky Mountains
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| The dirty dirty South
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| You know the Kottonmouth Kings are still blowing smoke rings
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| Sub Noize family going Koast II Koast
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| Where you at |