This is Kona-Gold the Hawaiian Islands of creation Mass With the Kottonmouth Kings up the nation
Don't watch your back we're comin' through front And when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a My always trippin 'so you know I cannot front the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin 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, for my dank Got a new Paramax, money for the And for the plenty herb the I do thank
Boom, shit, bang, X is the slang's the game and I bangs poontang It's the first county all league pimp Bobby B's on the mix with the injection I went from to Saint, Saint back to sinner Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner Took your woo home and that bitch made me Rolled a couple pinners and I up in her It's the capital D, the Can't nobody fuck with me, (hell no) My is free, I bangs the P I tag the "A" for anarchy
Don't your back cause we're comin' through the front And when we're on stage yeah we're like a blunt My minds trippin' so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk
Hot Damn! I'm in my van Copper pulled me over, asked me my plan? Pig around like Toucan Sam WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's on the van I said fuck the I'm an old school skater Roll the curb, throw peace and say later Got a dark like that fool Darth Vador Told you motherfuckers I'm an old skater
I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over I got a bag of bud smothered in red Saint Dog started drinking so you better I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration Easy for easy penetration What's all talk about a generation? the plant Lets free nation Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. plantation Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this
Don't watch your back cause we're through 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 Cali punks kickin' psychedelic
Now the kind I smoke is in Willie Wonka Chocolate factory, I take more hits than you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee We're the bong tokin' representin' O.C. Oh oh oh oh shit I'm up in the mix Its D-loc the grab bag of tricks Your bitch is on my dick, momma is too And this is out to the Kottonmouth Krew Damn that gets old, wearin' ties don't fit Dirty wife beaters, that just quit But I don't give a shit my make me legit Board's in my hands as I 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 up fool Yes we're comin' with an old deep brew West juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo
Don't watch your back cause we're comin' the front And when we're on stage we're smokin' a blunt My minds always trippin' so you know I can not the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or Southern Cali punks psychedelic funk
pow, don't ask me how Even if I I wouldn't tell you any how Take that! Let's this bitch What's the time? time to get lit Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, to the clip Now the is lit, goes right to my lip Inhale, hold it deep Orange horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!