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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 of thing that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi 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 waist and I let my hang
on my head just to cover up my lump
The night before got in a fight just I was drunk
Grabbed my sack of weed and I up the bong
Took a rip held it in then I coughed up a
Burn some incense so I can up the smell
An everyday 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 is on and the CD was bumpin'
Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout huntin'
Walked up to the fridge, it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my and called the crew
later on, over by river jetties
56Th Street so you know there'll be 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 your face from my dub style
See you alligator, after a while crocodile

Now a new day dawned, lets get things
Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and
Dip my blue jeans in 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 up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack
Now tonight's the like DJ Quik
At least 3 parties that we hit
And if the cops show up were gonna some shit
time baby-Kottonmouth Klick
Punk rock 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 lets hit the
Broke up with my cause the ho was a bitch
Still that boy be puttin' it down
OC, P-Town

This the type of that we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi day
Make some 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 little but inside its all good
Got two 15's underneath the
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Linda
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', tainted
Dodgin' and down suburban streets
this one house wife started bitchin' 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
Gave her the bird, out on that ass
Back on the mission to score a
77 Boned out the Cadillac
a horn honk it was full of freaks
Ladies on my tip cause I'm so
Turn the bass high and I my lid
I'm to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid
And you know I'm doin' that you wish you did
Dip goin' 30 around the corner I slid
Stopped at the jumped on my skate
4 Freaks up, one I use to date
They out the blunt and they got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so

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

Didi didi dodi day
Didi didi dodi day
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