Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Psychedelic Funk, artist - Kottonmouth Kings. Album song Royal Highness, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Psychedelic Funk |
This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creation |
Mass plantation |
With the kottonmouth kings burnin up the nation |
Don’t watch your back cause we’re comin through front |
And when we’re on stage yeah we’re smokin like a blunt |
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front |
We’re the Kottonmouth Kings, we’re kickin psychedelic funk |
Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk |
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk |
Shit its a damn good day, got money in the bank |
Cash in my tank, pays for my dank |
Got a new Paramax, money for the taxes |
And for the plenty herb the lord I do thank |
Boom, shit, bang, X is the name |
Dirt slang’s the game and I bang poontang |
It’s the first county all league pimp selection |
Bobby B’s on the mix with the vinyl injection |
I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner |
Once was a preacher, but I huff paint thinner |
Took your boo home and that bitch made me dinner |
Rolled a couple phillies and I went up in her |
It’s the capital D, the L-O-C |
Can’t nobody even fuck with me, hell no |
My style is free, I bangs the P |
I tagged the circle 'A' for anarchy |
Don’t watch your back cause we’re comin through the front |
And when we’re on stage yeah we’re smokin like a blunt |
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front |
We’re the Kottonmouth Kings, we’re kickin psychedelic funk |
Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk |
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk |
Hot Damn! |
I’m back in my van |
Copper pulled me over, asked me what’s my plan? |
Been sniffin around like Toucan Sam |
WHAT? |
BAM BAM! |
Now there’s bacon on the van |
I said fuck the police I’m an old school skata |
Pull upside the curb, throw up, peace say lata |
Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador |
Told you mother fuckers I’m an old school skater |
I’m D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there |
I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair |
Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware |
I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration |
Easy access for easy penetration |
What’s all this talk about a generation? |
Legalize the plant |
Lets free this nation |
(Buyaka Buyaka?) hemp plantation |
(Buyaka Buyaka?), free this nation |
Don’t watch your back cause we’re comin through the front |
And when we’re on stage yeah we’re smokin like a blunt |
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front |
We’re the Kottonmouth Kings, we’re kickin psychedelic funk |
Puffin on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk |
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk |
Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka |
Chocolate factory, I take more hits than Tonka |
Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin like a bee |
We’re the bong tokin fiends representin' OC |
Oh oh oh shit I’m back up in the mix |
Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks |
Your bitch is on my dick, your momma is too |
And this is going out to the Kottonmouth krew |
Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that don’t fit |
Dirty wife beaters, I should just quit |
But I don’t give a shit my rhymes make me legit |
Whores in my hand as I bounce through the pit |
Punk rock and I can’t forget cha |
Kottonmouth Kings up in the picture |
Suburban noise, man I thought you knew |
And if you’re down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool |
Yes we’re comin through with an oldie brew |
West coast juggalos sayin hoodie hoo |
Don’t watch your back cause we’re comin through the front |
And when we’re on stage we’re smokin like a blunt |
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front |
We’re the Kottonmouth Kings, we’re kickin psychedelic funk |
Puffin on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk |
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk |
Scratch pow, don’t ask me how |
Even if I knew I wouldn’t tell you any how |
Take that! |
Let’s fishbowl this bitch |
What’s the time? |
Its time to get lit |
Buyaka buyaka, splif to the clip |
Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip |
Inhale, hold it real deep |
Orange county horny devils back on the fuckin creep! |