Luyện nghe bài hát Psychedelic Funk

This is Kona-Gold from the Islands of creation
plantation
With the Kottonmouth Kings burnin' up the

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through
And we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a blunt
My minds always trippin 'so you know I front
We're the Kottonmouth Klick, kickin psychedelic funk
on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic

Shit a damn good day, got money in the bank
Gas in my tank, pays for my
Got a new Paramax, for the taxes
And for the plenty the lord 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 sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
Once was a preacher, but I paint thinner
Took your woo and that bitch made me dinner
a couple pinners and I went up in her
It's the capital D, the
Can't nobody even 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 through the front
And when we're on stage yeah smokin' like a blunt
My minds trippin' so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, psychedelic funk
on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk
Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Hot Damn! I'm in my van
Copper pulled me over, me what's my plan?
Pig around like Toucan Sam
BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van
I said fuck the police I'm an old school
Roll aside the curb, throw and say later
Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth
Told you I'm an old school skater

I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, over here, fuck you over there
I got a bag of bud smothered in red
Dog started drinking so you better beware
Well I got so much bounce you can my vibration
access for easy penetration
What's all this about a generation?
Legalize the
free this nation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. plantation
Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the
And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' a blunt
My minds always trippin' so you I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' funk
Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or
Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk

Now the kind I smoke is in Willie Wonka
Chocolate factory, I take hits than Tonka
Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin' a bee
We're the tokin' fiends representin' O.C.
Oh oh oh oh I'm back up in the mix
Its with the grab bag of tricks
bitch is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is going out to the Krew
Damn that gets old, wearin' that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, that just quit
But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me
Board's in my as I bail through the pit
Punk and I can't forget cha
Kottonmouth up in the picture
Suburban Noise, man I thought you
And if you're with punk rock, throw your horns up fool
Yes we're comin' through with an old deep
West coast juggalos hoodie hoo

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' the front
And when we're on stage we're like a blunt
My minds always trippin' so you I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic
Puffin' on a indo, swag, or skunk
Southern punks kickin' psychedelic funk

pow, don't ask me how
Even if I knew I wouldn't 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 real
Orange County horny devils on the fuckin' creep!