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

This the type of that 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 dirty
on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain
Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants
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 loaded up the
Took a rip held it in then I coughed up a
Burn incense so I can cover up the smell
An everyday thing that I to tell
Pulled out my Black Flys, up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me well its lies, lies, lies
Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty

Now the stereo is on and the CD was
Insane Clown Posse talkin' chicken huntin'
up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my and called the crew
Party on, over by river jetties
56Th Street so you know be some betties
Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my
Party time baby, its a occupation
Stepped out the pad, in the player's den
On the way mail a to my brother in the pen
There's a smile on your face from my smooth dub
See you later alligator, after a crocodile

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

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

Brought the 77 slant V-dub Bug
oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?)
Its a little noisy but inside its all
Got two 15's the hood
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Blvd
Got the bumpin', tainted hard
Dodgin' and weavin' down streets
Till this one house 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, her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, out on that ass
on the mission to score a sack
77 Boned out the Cadillac
Heard a horn it was full of freaks
on my tip cause I'm so unique
Turn the high and I tilted 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 right goin' 30 the corner I slid
Stopped at the school on my skate
4 Freaks up, one I use to date
They broke out the blunt and got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so

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

(We let them know?) that we smoke out everyday
Didi dodi dodi day
Bring a fat sack so the can blaze
So we can on, blaze on

Didi dodi didi day
dodi didi dodi day
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