Creep, creep, I'm on the creep for the kind bud OC late night rollin' in the V-dub Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' for a sack All I learn, I'll head for burn BSO's has got my back
Better rip that shit, rip it Yeah, this's that 1605 shit The real Huntington Beach backyard fucking garage style
Bump, bump, bump That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk about Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King 1605 fool pass me the bing Now the stereo is off I sway, push play You hear Humble Gods from a mile away. All the heads is bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin' D-Loc is mumblin', "I gotta little somethin" Well he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip, Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip Came to a halt at an intersection, Turned up the music at my discretion. D-Loc in the back saying, "What do I see? A jeep full of Freaks just staring at me." D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover, Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over. They got out of the car and stepped to my side I said "Hello ladies let's take a ride!" I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man, Daddy X is the one that's driving the van. So climb on in and don't be shy We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly Once again I said it my name's ST It's just another day of a PTB. C'mon, c'mon
Bump, bump, bump That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride. I've lived my life on the 9-5, Up early in the morning trying to survive. Chump change, it's a shame with no education, No inspiration, no destination. But now my occupation is to do what I like: Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic Cuz if I don't rock it then another sucker will And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill. Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage, Said Saint represent for the under age. Same damn year, my face is up in rays Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge.
Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge But when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze T-T-T-Tickin a twine all day C'mon, c'mon!
Bump, bump, bump, That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
D-Loc's on the pipe rip rips shit up It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, Undefeated champ that will stick you fool. My style is crazy not wooka, waaka lazy. If you chill with me I'll be sure to blaze thee Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy That shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them The jay gots my head, fucked up my cerebellum It's about time to compute your math Cuz my beats keep pumpin like a seismograph
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