| Life ain’t what it seems, it ain’t no fucking dream
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| So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe’s clean
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| When I drink booze put a crown on my royal
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| Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe outta foil
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| Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil
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| Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil
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| Damn Saint Dog, I’m outta weed again, «I feel ya»
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| Pockets lookin thin ain’t got a dime to spend!
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| Big Hoss is in the pen, yes he’s doing 10, «Fuck the system!»
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| I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend
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| Judicial system got me wishing I was president
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| I got a grudge against the judgment that’s irrelevant
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| I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence
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| Shit, every other night I’m getting hella bent
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| I roll my skate to relate to this society, society
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| No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, «lied to me too!»
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| No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, bong broke
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| I guess that’s why they call me crazy D-Loc
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| Life ain’t what it seems, it ain’t no fucking dream
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| So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean
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| When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil
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| Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil
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| Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil
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| Evian in my bong so my water don’t spoil
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| Damn Loc-Dog I’m outta drink again, «I feel ya!»
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| Buds lookin slim, I need a Heineken, «A Heineken!»
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| My bro’s locked down doin 9 or 10, «Fuck that!»
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| Step back, I’m bout to crack, can you comprehend?
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| Placentia City got me witty on this way of life
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| I (ride?) a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my knife
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| There’s a zone in my dome called the twilight
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| I’m down for my crown each and every night
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| Well I keep my tolerance, stay inside my flow
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| Make ya say 'damn bro I got to go to a show'
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| Life ain’t what it seems, it ain’t a dream and I ain’t playing
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| But I’m Saint Vicious and Daddy X is saying
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| Life ain’t what it seems, it ain’t no fucking dream
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| So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean
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| Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal
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| Government lies yo they make my water boil
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| R.I.P. |
| to my peeps 6 feet in the soil
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| Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal
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| No money for the skate no change for the tax
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| Went surfin with no keefe but forgot the sex wax
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| Have a purple friend to help ya to relax
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| A one foot glass called the paramax
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| Now afternoon to you is my morning
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| I wake up hit the roach and then I’m snoring
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| Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT’s
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| Like DJ Rob Harris kid I’m soarin'
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| I pertains an ill congested vibe
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| Makes ladies strive for my bozak
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| Addicted like prozac. |
| You know that I track em like Lojak
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| I’m slicker and quicker, I’ll stick ya like Kojak
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| I’m alone upon this rhyme that I’ve created
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| This rhyme that I’ve inflated, won’t trade it so gimme my space
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| Government controls so they hated
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| Our life, it has been jaded and faded
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| We’re getting erased
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| Life ain’t what it seems, it ain’t no fucking dream
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| So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Life Ain't What It Seems , by - Kottonmouth Kings. Song from the album Greatest Highs, in the genre Поп