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

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

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

Now the stereo is on and the CD was
Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin'
Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and my brew
Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the
Party later on, over by river
56Th Street so you know there'll be some
Pacific Coast Highway me to my destination
Party time baby, its a occupation
Stepped out the pad, walked in the den
On the way a letter to my brother in the pen
There's a smile on your face 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 jeans in some bleach and starches
Mobbin' OC we the golden arches
D-Loc you at?
Saint's over and he started to yack
Kicked out of D's 'cause we don't know how to act
Lets call up Kevin Zinger hook a sack
Now tonight's the night like DJ
At 3 parties that we gotta hit
And if the show up were gonna start some shit
Riot time baby-Kottonmouth
Punk music 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 hit the ditch
Broke up with my cause the ho was a bitch
Still that boy that be it down
Representin' OC,

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

Brought the 77 nose V-dub Bug
Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it (mug?)
Its a little but inside its all good
Got two underneath the hood
Well I was rollin' down Linda Blvd
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', hard
Dodgin' and weavin' down streets
Till this one house wife started at me
So I the bug over and I revved it up
First lit em up, then I backed it up
Over the curb, her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, boned out on 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 high and I tilted my lid
I'm to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid
And you know I'm shit that you wish you did
Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I
at the school jumped on my skate
4 Freaks showed up, one I use to
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 didi dodi day
Make some room so these players can
So we can play on, on

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

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