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

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

Now I up this morning and I thought about Hoss
a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawers
Threw on Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it down my waist and I let my hang
Beanie on my head just to cover up my
The night before got in a fight just I was drunk
Grabbed my sack of weed and I up the bong
Took a rip it in then I coughed 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 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 talkin' chicken huntin'
Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my
Picked up the dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by river
56Th so you know there'll be some betties
Coast Highway takes me to my destination
Party time baby, its a nightly
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 face from my smooth dub style
See you alligator, after a while crocodile

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

the type 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

Brought the 77 nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it (mug?)
Its a noisy but inside its all good
Got two 15's underneath the
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Blvd
Got the bumpin', tainted hard
Dodgin' and weavin' down streets
Till this one house wife started at me
So I pulled the bug and I revved it up
gear lit em up, then I backed it up
Over the curb, her to kiss my ass
her the bird, boned out on that ass
Back on the to score a sack
77 Boned out the Cadillac
Heard a horn honk it was full of
Ladies on my tip cause I'm so
Turn the high and I tilted my lid
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that kid
And you know I'm doin' shit you wish you did
Dip right goin' 30 the corner I slid
Stopped at the jumped on my skate
4 Freaks up, one I use to date
They broke out the blunt and they got me
day gone, so long, so long

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

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

dodi didi dodi day
Didi dodi dodi day
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