This is Kona-Gold from the Islands of creation plantation With the Kings burnin' up the nation
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' front And when we're on stage yeah we'll ya like a blunt My minds always trippin 'so you know I front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, psychedelic funk Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or Southern Cali kickin' psychedelic funk
Shit it's a damn day, got money in the bank Gas in my tank, pays for my Got a new Paramax, for the taxes And for the plenty herb the I do thank
Boom, shit, bang, X is the Dirt the game and I bangs poontang It's the county all league pimp selection B's on the mix with the vinyl injection I went sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner Took your woo home and that bitch me dinner a couple pinners and I went up in her It's the capital D, the Can't even fuck with me, (hell no) My is free, I bangs the P I tag the "A" for anarchy
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' the front And when we're on stage yeah smokin' like a blunt My minds always trippin' so you know I can not We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Hot Damn! I'm in my van Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my Pig around like Toucan Sam WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's on the van I said the police I'm an old school skater Roll the curb, throw peace and say later Got a dark vibe that fool Darth Vador Told you motherfuckers I'm an old school
I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, over here, fuck you over there I got a bag of bud smothered in red Saint Dog drinking so you better beware Well I got so much you can feel my vibration Easy access for penetration What's all this talk about a the plant Lets free this Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free nation
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' the front And when we're on stage yeah smokin' like a blunt My always trippin' so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' funk Puffin' on a indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin' funk
Now the I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka Chocolate factory, I more hits than Tonka Light you up like blanca, get u like a bee We're the tokin' fiends representin' O.C. Oh oh oh oh I'm back up in the mix Its D-loc with the grab bag of bitch is on my dick, your momma is too And is going out to the Kottonmouth Krew Damn that gets old, wearin' ties don't fit Dirty beaters, size that just quit But I don't give a shit my rhymes me legit in my hands as I bail through the pit Punk rock and I can't cha Kottonmouth up in the picture Suburban Noise, man I thought you And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up Yes we're comin' through with an old deep West juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo
Don't watch back cause we're comin' through the front And when we're on stage we're like a blunt My always trippin' so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, psychedelic funk on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks psychedelic funk
Scratch pow, ask me how if I knew I wouldn't tell you any how Take that! Let's fishbowl bitch the time? It's time to get lit Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, to the clip Now the roach is lit, goes to my lip Inhale, hold it deep Orange horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!