Lirik Lagu Play On - Kottonmouth Kings
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Kottonmouth Kings don't stand for a gangKottonmouth Kings just let the nuts hangEveryday thing how we hang, how we hangKottonmouth Kings just do their own thing
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on, play on
Now I woke up this morning and I thought about HossSmoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawersThrew on some Dickies and I grabbed my bike chainSlapped it down my waist and I let my pants hangBeanie on my head just to cover up my lumpThe night before got in a fight just cause I was drunkGrabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bongTook a rip held it in then I coughed up a lungBurn some incense so I can cover up the smellAn everyday thing that I live to tellPulled out my Black FlysCovered up my red eyesIf that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, liesDirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper..
Now the stereo is on and the CD was bumpin'Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin'Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brewPicked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crewParty later on, bump by river jetties56th Street so you know there'll be some betties'Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destinationParty time baby, its a nightly occupationStepped out the pad, walked in the player's denOn the way mail a letter to my brother in the penThere's a smile on your face from my smooth dub styleSee you later alligatorAfter a while crocodile
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on, play on
Now a new day dawned and let's get things startedHit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and fartedDip my blue jeans in some bleach and starchesMobbin' OC we need the golden archesD-Loc where you at?Saint's hung over and he started to yackKicked out of Mickey D's cuz we don't know how to actLet's call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sackNow tonight's the night like DJ QuikAt least 3 parties that we gotta hitAnd if the cops show up were gonna start some shitRiot time baby-Kottonmouth KlickPunk rock music homegrown in OCAdolescents, Doggy Style, D.I. and Social D.No Doubt, Agent Orange now the PTBThe last generation of the dynastyNow the skates in the sack lets hit the ditchBroke up with my girl because the ho was a bitchStill that boy that be puttin' it downRepresentin' OCP-Town
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on play on
I bought the '77 slant nose V-dub BugLeaks oil, but the roads called it crazy mudIts a little noisy but inside its all goodHe gots two 15's underneath the hoodWell I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd.Got the neighborhoods bumpin', 15's hittin' hardDodgin' and weavin' down suburban streetsTill this one house wife started bitchin' at DSo I pulled the bug over and I revved it upFirst gear lit em up, then I backed it upOver the curb, told her to kiss my assGave her the birdBoned out on that assBack on the mission to score a sack'77 boned out passed the CadillacHeard a horn honk it was full of freaksLadies on my tip cause I'm so uniqueTurn the bass high and I tilted my lidI'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kidAnd you know I'm doin' shit that you wish you didDip right goin' 30 around the corner I slidStopped at the school jumped on my skate4 freaks showed up, one I use to dateThey broke out the blunt and they got me stonedAnother day gone, say la, so long
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on, play onAnd who on planet Earth get's smoked out everyday?Didi dodi didi dodi dayBring a fat sack so the homies can blazeSo we can blaze on, blaze on.
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on, play on
Now I woke up this morning and I thought about HossSmoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawersThrew on some Dickies and I grabbed my bike chainSlapped it down my waist and I let my pants hangBeanie on my head just to cover up my lumpThe night before got in a fight just cause I was drunkGrabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bongTook a rip held it in then I coughed up a lungBurn some incense so I can cover up the smellAn everyday thing that I live to tellPulled out my Black FlysCovered up my red eyesIf that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, liesDirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper..
Now the stereo is on and the CD was bumpin'Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin'Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brewPicked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crewParty later on, bump by river jetties56th Street so you know there'll be some betties'Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destinationParty time baby, its a nightly occupationStepped out the pad, walked in the player's denOn the way mail a letter to my brother in the penThere's a smile on your face from my smooth dub styleSee you later alligatorAfter a while crocodile
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on, play on
Now a new day dawned and let's get things startedHit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and fartedDip my blue jeans in some bleach and starchesMobbin' OC we need the golden archesD-Loc where you at?Saint's hung over and he started to yackKicked out of Mickey D's cuz we don't know how to actLet's call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sackNow tonight's the night like DJ QuikAt least 3 parties that we gotta hitAnd if the cops show up were gonna start some shitRiot time baby-Kottonmouth KlickPunk rock music homegrown in OCAdolescents, Doggy Style, D.I. and Social D.No Doubt, Agent Orange now the PTBThe last generation of the dynastyNow the skates in the sack lets hit the ditchBroke up with my girl because the ho was a bitchStill that boy that be puttin' it downRepresentin' OCP-Town
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on play on
I bought the '77 slant nose V-dub BugLeaks oil, but the roads called it crazy mudIts a little noisy but inside its all goodHe gots two 15's underneath the hoodWell I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd.Got the neighborhoods bumpin', 15's hittin' hardDodgin' and weavin' down suburban streetsTill this one house wife started bitchin' at DSo I pulled the bug over and I revved it upFirst gear lit em up, then I backed it upOver the curb, told her to kiss my assGave her the birdBoned out on that assBack on the mission to score a sack'77 boned out passed the CadillacHeard a horn honk it was full of freaksLadies on my tip cause I'm so uniqueTurn the bass high and I tilted my lidI'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kidAnd you know I'm doin' shit that you wish you didDip right goin' 30 around the corner I slidStopped at the school jumped on my skate4 freaks showed up, one I use to dateThey broke out the blunt and they got me stonedAnother day gone, say la, so long
This the type of dirt that we be doin' everydayDidi dodi didi dodi dayMake some room so these players can playSo we can play on, play onAnd who on planet Earth get's smoked out everyday?Didi dodi didi dodi dayBring a fat sack so the homies can blazeSo we can blaze on, blaze on.
