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

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

Now I woke up this morning and I thought Hoss
Smoked a and I chucked my dirty drawers
Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my chain
Slapped it down my waist and I let my hang
Beanie on my head just to up my lump
The night got in a fight just cause I was drunk
Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the
Took a rip it in then I coughed up a lung
some incense so I can cover up the smell
An thing that I live to tell
out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me over its lies, lies, lies
Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty

Now the stereo is on and the CD was
Insane Clown Posse talkin' chicken huntin'
up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the
Party on, over by river jetties
56Th Street so you know be some betties
Pacific Coast Highway me to my destination
Party time baby, its a occupation
Stepped out the pad, in the player's den
On the way mail a letter to my in the pen
There's a smile on your from my smooth dub style
See you alligator, after a while crocodile

Now a new day dawned, get things started
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a and farted
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 hook a forty sack
Now the night like DJ Quik
At least 3 that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were gonna some shit
Riot time baby-Kottonmouth
Punk rock music in OC
Adolescents, Style, DI and Social D
No Doubt, Orange now the PTB
The last generation of the
Now the skates in the sack lets hit the
Broke up with my girlie the ho was a bitch
that boy that be puttin' it down
Representin' OC,

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

Brought the 77 slant nose Bug
Leaks oil but the (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a noisy but inside its all good
Got two 15's underneath the
Well I was rollin' Yorba Linda Blvd
Got the bumpin', tainted hard
and weavin' down suburban streets
Till this one house wife started at me
So I the bug over and I revved it up
First gear lit em up, then I it up
Over the curb, told her to my ass
Gave her the bird, boned out on ass
on the mission to score a sack
77 out passed the Cadillac
Heard a horn honk it was full of
on my tip cause I'm so unique
Turn the high and I tilted my lid
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that kid
And you I'm doin' shit that you wish you did
Dip goin' 30 around the corner I slid
Stopped at the school on my skate
4 Freaks up, one I use to date
broke out the blunt and they got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so

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

(We don't let them know?) that we smoke out
Didi dodi dodi day
Bring a fat sack so the homies can
So we can blaze on, on

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Didi didi dodi day
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