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

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

Now I woke up this morning and I thought about
Smoked a and I chucked my dirty drawers
Threw on Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it down my and I let my pants hang
on my head just to cover up my lump
The night before got in a fight just cause I was
my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong
Took a rip held it in I coughed up a lung
Burn some so I can cover up the smell
An everyday thing that I live to
out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty copper, 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 Street so you there'll be some betties
Pacific Highway takes me to my destination
time baby, its a nightly occupation
Stepped out the pad, walked in the 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, after a crocodile

Now a new day dawned, lets get started
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a and farted
Dip my blue jeans in some and starches
Mobbin' OC we need the arches
where you at?
Saint's over and he started to yack
Kicked out of Mickey D's 'cause we know how to act
Lets call up Kevin Zinger hook a sack
Now tonight's the night DJ Quik
At least 3 that we gotta hit
And if the cops up were gonna start some shit
Riot baby-Kottonmouth Klick
Punk rock music in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and D
No Doubt, Orange now the PTB
The generation of the dynasty
Now the skates in the sack hit the ditch
Broke up my girlie 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 dodi didi day
Make some room so these players can
So we can play on on

the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it (mug?)
Its a little noisy but inside its all
Got two underneath the hood
Well I was down Yorba Linda Blvd
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', hard
Dodgin' and weavin' suburban streets
Till this one house wife started at me
So I pulled the bug over and I 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 Boned out passed the
Heard a horn honk it was of freaks
Ladies on my tip 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 that you you did
Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I
at the school jumped on my skate
4 Freaks up, one I use to date
They out the blunt and they got me stoned
day gone, so long, so long

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

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

Didi dodi didi day
Didi dodi didi day
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