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

This the type of thing we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi dodi 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 cigarette and I chucked my drawers
on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it my waist and I let my pants hang
Beanie on my just to cover up my lump
The night got in a fight just cause I was drunk
Grabbed my of weed and I loaded up the bong
a rip held it in then I coughed up a lung
Burn some so I can cover up the smell
An thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red
If that copper pulls me well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty copper, copper, dirty copper

Now the stereo is on and the CD was
Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout huntin'
up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my and called the crew
later on, over by river jetties
56Th so you know there'll be some betties
Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my
Party time baby, its a nightly
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, a while crocodile

Now a new day dawned, lets get things
Hit the bong, a song, took a piss and farted
Dip my blue jeans in some and starches
Mobbin' OC we need the 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 sack
Now tonight's the night like DJ
At least 3 that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were gonna some shit
Riot baby-Kottonmouth Klick
Punk rock homegrown in OC
Adolescents, Style, DI and Social D
No Doubt, Orange now the PTB
The last of the dynasty
Now the in the sack lets 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 everyday
dodi didi dodi didi dodi day
Make some so these players can play
So we can on play on

Brought the 77 slant nose Bug
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it (mug?)
Its a noisy but inside its all good
Got two 15's the hood
I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd
Got the bumpin', tainted hard
and weavin' down suburban streets
Till this one house wife started 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
her the bird, boned out on that ass
Back on the to score a sack
77 Boned out the Cadillac
a horn honk 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 you wish you did
Dip right goin' 30 the corner I slid
at the school 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 type of thing we be doin' everyday
dodi didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can
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 homies can
So we can blaze on, on

Didi dodi dodi day
Didi didi dodi day
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