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

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

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

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

Now a new day dawned, lets get things
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and
Dip my jeans in some bleach and starches
Mobbin' OC we need the arches
D-Loc you at?
Saint's over and he started to yack
out of Mickey D's 'cause 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 that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were gonna some shit
Riot time Klick
Punk music homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Style, DI and Social D
No Doubt, Agent now the PTB
The generation of the dynasty
Now the skates in the lets hit the ditch
Broke up with my cause the ho was a bitch
Still boy that be puttin' it down
OC, P-Town

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

Brought the 77 nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little noisy but its all good
Got two underneath the hood
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Linda
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', hard
Dodgin' and weavin' suburban streets
Till this one house wife bitchin' at me
So I pulled the bug over and I it up
gear lit em up, then I backed it up
Over the curb, told her to my ass
Gave her the bird, out on that ass
on the mission to score a sack
77 Boned out passed the
Heard a horn it was full of freaks
Ladies on my tip cause I'm so
Turn the bass and I tilted my lid
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that kid
And you know I'm doin' that you wish you did
Dip right goin' 30 the corner I slid
at the school jumped on my skate
4 Freaks showed up, one I use to
They broke out the blunt and got me stoned
day gone, so long, so long

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

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

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