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

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

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

Now the stereo is on and the CD was
Insane Posse talkin' bout 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 there'll be some betties
Pacific Coast takes me to my destination
Party time baby, its a nightly
Stepped out the pad, walked in the den
On the way a letter to my brother in the pen
There's a smile on face from my smooth dub style
See you later alligator, a while crocodile

Now a new day dawned, get things started
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 hung over and he to yack
Kicked out of D's 'cause we don't know how to act
Lets call up Kevin Zinger a forty sack
Now tonight's the night like DJ
At 3 parties that we gotta hit
And if the cops show up were start some shit
Riot time Klick
Punk rock music in OC
Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and D
No Doubt, Agent 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 it down
OC, P-Town

This the type of thing we be doin' everyday
Didi dodi didi dodi didi day
Make some room so these players can
So we can on play 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 15's the hood
Well I was rollin' down Yorba Blvd
Got the bumpin', tainted hard
Dodgin' and down suburban streets
Till this one house wife bitchin' at me
So I the bug over and I revved it up
First gear lit em up, I backed it up
the curb, told her to kiss my ass
Gave her the bird, boned out on ass
Back on the mission to score a
77 Boned out the Cadillac
Heard a horn honk it was full of
on my tip cause I'm so unique
Turn the bass and I tilted my lid
I'm to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid
And you know I'm doin' shit that you you did
Dip right goin' 30 the corner I slid
Stopped at the school jumped on my
4 showed up, one I use to date
They broke out the blunt and they got me
Another day gone, so long, so

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

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

Didi didi dodi day
Didi dodi didi day
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