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

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

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

Now the is on and the CD was bumpin'
Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout huntin'
Walked up to the fridge, it up and grabbed my brew
up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by jetties
56Th Street so you know there'll be some
Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my
Party baby, its a nightly occupation
Stepped out the pad, walked in the den
On the way mail a to my brother in the pen
a smile 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, a song, took 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 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 tonight's the like DJ Quik
At least 3 parties that we hit
And if the cops show up gonna start some shit
Riot time baby-Kottonmouth
Punk rock homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and D
No Doubt, Agent now the PTB
The last generation of the
Now the skates in the lets hit the ditch
Broke up my girlie cause the ho was a bitch
Still that boy that be puttin' it
OC, P-Town

This the type of thing we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi didi dodi day
Make room so these players can play
So we can play on 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 the hood
Well I was down Yorba Linda Blvd
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', tainted
Dodgin' and down suburban streets
Till this one house started bitchin' at me
So I pulled the bug and I revved it up
First lit em up, then I backed it up
the curb, told her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, out on that ass
on the mission to score a sack
77 out passed the Cadillac
Heard a horn honk it was of freaks
on my tip cause I'm so unique
Turn the bass and I tilted my lid
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm P-Town kid
And you know I'm doin' shit you wish you did
Dip right goin' 30 around the I slid
Stopped at the school jumped on my
4 showed up, one I use to date
They broke out the blunt and they got me
Another day gone, so long, so

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

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

Didi dodi dodi day
dodi didi dodi day
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