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Kottonmouth Kings stand for a gang
Kottonmouth Kings just let the nuts
Everyday thing how we hang, how we
Kottonmouth Kings just do own thing

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

Now I woke up morning and I thought about Hoss
Smoked a cigarette and I 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 before got in a 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 incense so I can cover up the
An everyday that I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, 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' bout chicken
Walked up to the fridge, it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and the crew
Party later on, by river jetties
56Th Street so you there'll 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 a letter to my brother in the pen
There's a smile on your 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, a piss and farted
Dip my blue in some bleach and starches
Mobbin' OC we need the golden
where you at?
Saint's over and he started to yack
Kicked out of Mickey D's 'cause we don't how to act
Lets call up Kevin hook a forty sack
Now the night like DJ Quik
At 3 parties that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up gonna start some shit
Riot baby-Kottonmouth Klick
rock music homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and D
No Doubt, Orange now the PTB
The last of the dynasty
Now the skates in the sack hit the ditch
Broke up with my cause the ho was a bitch
Still that boy that be puttin' it
Representin' OC,

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

Brought the 77 nose V-dub Bug
oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little noisy but inside its all
Got two underneath the hood
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Blvd
Got the bumpin', tainted hard
Dodgin' and 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, I backed it up
Over the curb, told her to my ass
her the bird, boned out on that ass
Back on the 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' shit that you you did
Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I
at the school jumped on my skate
4 Freaks showed up, one I use to
broke out the blunt and they got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so

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

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

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Didi dodi didi day
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