Lirik Lagu Psychedelic Funk - Kottonmouth Kings
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This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creationMass plantationWith the Kottonmouth Kings burnin' up the nation
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through frontAnd when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a bluntMy minds always trippin 'so you know I cannot frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin psychedelic funkPuffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Shit it's a damn good day, got money in the bankGas in my tank, pays for my dankGot a new Paramax, money for the taxesAnd for the plenty herb the lord I do thank
Boom, shit, bang, X is the nameDirt slang's the game and I bangs poontangIt's the first county all league pimp selectionBobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injectionI went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinnerOnce was a preacher, but I huff paint thinnerTook your woo home and that bitch made me dinnerRolled a couple pinners and I went up in herIt's the capital D, the L-O-CCan't nobody even fuck with me, (hell no)My style is free, I bangs the PI tag the circle "A" for anarchy
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the frontAnd when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a bluntMy minds always trippin' so you know I can not frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funkPuffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Hot Damn! I'm back in my vanCopper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan?Pig sniffin' around like Toucan SamWHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the vanI said fuck the police I'm an old school skaterRoll aside the curb, throw peace and say laterGot a dark vibe like that fool Darth VadorTold you motherfuckers I'm an old school skater
I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over thereI got a bag of bud smothered in red hairSaint Dog started drinking so you better bewareWell I got so much bounce you can feel my vibrationEasy access for easy penetrationWhat's all this talk about a generation?Legalize the plantLets free this nationBoo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp plantationBoo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this nation
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the frontAnd when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a bluntMy minds always trippin' so you know I can not frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funkPuffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie WonkaChocolate factory, I take more hits than TonkaLight you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a beeWe're the bong tokin' fiends representin' O.C.Oh oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mixIts D-loc with the grab bag of tricksYour bitch is on my dick, your momma is tooAnd this is going out to the Kottonmouth KrewDamn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fitDirty wife beaters, size that just quitBut I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legitBoard's in my hands as I bail through the pitPunk rock and I can't forget chaKottonmouth Kings up in the pictureSuburban Noise, man I thought you knewAnd if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up foolYes we're comin' through with an old deep brewWest coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the frontAnd when we're on stage we're smokin' like a bluntMy minds always trippin' so you know I can not frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funkPuffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Scratch pow, don't ask me howEven if I knew I wouldn't tell you any howTake that! Let's fishbowl this bitchWhat's the time? It's time to get litBoo ya ka Boo ya ka, splif to the clipNow the roach is lit, goes right to my lipInhale, hold it real deepOrange County horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through frontAnd when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a bluntMy minds always trippin 'so you know I cannot frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin psychedelic funkPuffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Shit it's a damn good day, got money in the bankGas in my tank, pays for my dankGot a new Paramax, money for the taxesAnd for the plenty herb the lord I do thank
Boom, shit, bang, X is the nameDirt slang's the game and I bangs poontangIt's the first county all league pimp selectionBobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injectionI went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinnerOnce was a preacher, but I huff paint thinnerTook your woo home and that bitch made me dinnerRolled a couple pinners and I went up in herIt's the capital D, the L-O-CCan't nobody even fuck with me, (hell no)My style is free, I bangs the PI tag the circle "A" for anarchy
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the frontAnd when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a bluntMy minds always trippin' so you know I can not frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funkPuffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Hot Damn! I'm back in my vanCopper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan?Pig sniffin' around like Toucan SamWHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the vanI said fuck the police I'm an old school skaterRoll aside the curb, throw peace and say laterGot a dark vibe like that fool Darth VadorTold you motherfuckers I'm an old school skater
I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over thereI got a bag of bud smothered in red hairSaint Dog started drinking so you better bewareWell I got so much bounce you can feel my vibrationEasy access for easy penetrationWhat's all this talk about a generation?Legalize the plantLets free this nationBoo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp plantationBoo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this nation
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the frontAnd when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a bluntMy minds always trippin' so you know I can not frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funkPuffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie WonkaChocolate factory, I take more hits than TonkaLight you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a beeWe're the bong tokin' fiends representin' O.C.Oh oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mixIts D-loc with the grab bag of tricksYour bitch is on my dick, your momma is tooAnd this is going out to the Kottonmouth KrewDamn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fitDirty wife beaters, size that just quitBut I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legitBoard's in my hands as I bail through the pitPunk rock and I can't forget chaKottonmouth Kings up in the pictureSuburban Noise, man I thought you knewAnd if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up foolYes we're comin' through with an old deep brewWest coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the frontAnd when we're on stage we're smokin' like a bluntMy minds always trippin' so you know I can not frontWe're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funkPuffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunkSouthern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Scratch pow, don't ask me howEven if I knew I wouldn't tell you any howTake that! Let's fishbowl this bitchWhat's the time? It's time to get litBoo ya ka Boo ya ka, splif to the clipNow the roach is lit, goes right to my lipInhale, hold it real deepOrange County horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!
