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

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

Now I woke up morning and I thought about Hoss
Smoked a and I chucked my dirty drawers
on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it my waist and I let my pants hang
Beanie on my head just to cover up my
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 coughed up a
Burn some incense so I can cover up the
An thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Flys, covered up my red eyes
If copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
copper, dirty copper, dirty copper

Now the stereo is on and the CD was
Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin'
Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my
Picked up the phone my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, by river jetties
56Th Street so you know there'll be betties
Pacific Highway takes me to my destination
Party time baby, its a nightly
Stepped out the pad, walked in the den
On the way a letter to my brother in the pen
a smile on your face from my smooth dub style
See you later alligator, after a crocodile

Now a new day dawned, lets get things
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and
Dip my blue jeans in bleach and starches
Mobbin' OC we need the arches
D-Loc you at?
Saint's hung over and he started to
Kicked out of Mickey D's 'cause we don't how to act
Lets up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack
Now tonight's the night DJ Quik
At 3 parties that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were start some shit
Riot time Klick
rock music homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Style, DI and Social D
No Doubt, Orange now the PTB
The last generation of the
Now the skates in the lets hit the ditch
Broke up with my cause the ho was a bitch
that boy that be puttin' it down
Representin' OC,

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

Brought the 77 slant V-dub Bug
oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little noisy but inside its all
Got two 15's underneath the
Well I was down Yorba Linda Blvd
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', tainted
Dodgin' and down suburban streets
Till this one wife started bitchin' at me
So I the bug over and I revved 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
Back on the to score a sack
77 Boned out passed the
Heard a horn it was full of freaks
on my tip cause I'm so unique
Turn the bass and I tilted my lid
I'm to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid
And you know I'm doin' shit that you you did
Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I
Stopped at the school jumped on my
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 that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi day
Make some room so players can play
So we can on, play on

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

Didi didi dodi day
Didi dodi dodi day
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