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Kottonmouth Kings don't stand for a
Kottonmouth Kings let the nuts hang
Everyday how we hang, how we hang
Kottonmouth Kings just do their own

This the type of that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi dodi day
Make some room so these players can
So we can play on, on

Now I up this morning and I thought about Hoss
Smoked a cigarette and I chucked my drawers
on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it down my and I let my pants hang
Beanie on my head just to cover up my
The night got in a fight just cause I was drunk
Grabbed my sack of and I loaded up the bong
Took a rip held it in then I up a lung
Burn some so I can cover up the smell
An everyday thing I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, up my red eyes
If copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty copper, copper, dirty copper

Now the stereo is on and the CD was
Insane Clown talkin' bout chicken huntin'
up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by jetties
56Th Street so you there'll be some betties
Pacific Coast Highway me to my destination
Party baby, its a nightly occupation
out the pad, walked in the player's den
On the way a letter to my brother in the pen
There's a smile on your face my smooth dub style
See you later alligator, a while crocodile

Now a new day dawned, lets get started
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and
Dip my jeans in some bleach and starches
Mobbin' OC we need the golden
D-Loc you at?
hung over and he started to yack
Kicked out of Mickey D's we don't know how to act
Lets call up Kevin Zinger a forty sack
Now tonight's the night DJ Quik
At least 3 parties we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were gonna start some
Riot baby-Kottonmouth Klick
Punk music homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and D
No Doubt, Orange now the PTB
The last of the dynasty
Now the in the sack lets hit the ditch
Broke up with my girlie cause the ho was a
Still boy that be puttin' it down
Representin' OC,

This the of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi day
Make some room so these players can
So we can play on on

the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little but inside its all good
Got two 15's the hood
Well I was rollin' Yorba Linda Blvd
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', hard
Dodgin' and down suburban streets
Till one house wife started bitchin' at me
So I pulled the bug and I revved it up
First gear lit em up, then I it up
the curb, told her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, out on that ass
Back on the mission to score a
77 out passed the Cadillac
Heard a horn honk it was full of
Ladies on my tip I'm so unique
the bass high and I tilted my lid
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm P-Town kid
And you know I'm doin' shit you wish you did
Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I
Stopped at the school jumped on my
4 showed up, one I use to date
They broke out the blunt and got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so

the type of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi dodi day
Make some room so these players can
So we can play on, on

(We let them know?) that we smoke out everyday
Didi dodi didi day
a fat sack so the homies can blaze
So we can on, blaze on

Didi didi dodi day
Didi didi dodi day
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