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Kottonmouth Kings stand for a gang
Kottonmouth Kings just let the hang
thing how we hang, how we hang
Kottonmouth Kings just do their own

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

Now I woke up this morning and I about Hoss
Smoked a cigarette and I my dirty drawers
Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my chain
Slapped it my waist and I let my pants hang
on my head just to cover up my lump
The night before got in a fight cause I was drunk
my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong
Took a rip held it in then I up a lung
Burn some incense so I can cover up the
An thing that I live to tell
Pulled out my Flys, covered up my red eyes
If that copper pulls me well its lies, lies, lies
copper, dirty copper, dirty copper

Now the is on and the CD was bumpin'
Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken
Walked up to the fridge, it up and grabbed my brew
Picked up the dialed my pimp and called the crew
Party later on, over by river
Street so you know there'll be some betties
Pacific Coast takes me to my destination
Party time baby, its a occupation
Stepped out the pad, in the player's den
On the way a letter 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, wrote a song, a piss and farted
Dip my jeans in some bleach and starches
OC we need the golden 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
call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack
Now tonight's the night like DJ
At least 3 that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were gonna start shit
time baby-Kottonmouth Klick
Punk rock music in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and D
No Doubt, Orange now the PTB
The last generation of the
Now the skates in the sack lets hit the
up with my girlie cause the ho was a bitch
Still that boy be puttin' it down
OC, P-Town

This the type of thing we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi dodi 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 but inside its all good
Got two 15's underneath the
I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd
Got the neighborhoods bumpin', hard
Dodgin' and down suburban streets
Till this one wife started bitchin' at me
So I pulled the bug over and I it up
gear lit em up, then I backed it up
Over the curb, her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, boned out on ass
Back on the mission to 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 high and I tilted my lid
I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that kid
And you know I'm doin' 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
broke out the blunt and they got me stoned
Another day gone, so long, so

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

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

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Didi dodi didi day
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