Sick and tired, the way walk Sick and tired, the way they Sick and tired, the they say and tired, where's my J? Sick and tired, same old Sick and tired, my bong? and tired, anarchy!
Spies, they're all me Spies, in county Spies, my head's their in the air..
Neighborhood is after us The neighborhood watch don't Richter's bus The neighborhood watch is what say But when I see them towards me, I light another...
X is the title they use When I'm down MacKenzie Avenue Everybody I see, lookin' at me like a vandal cause I'm wheelin' in some Dickies and some sandals Man, I know what you when you talk about the neighborhood The old folks always sayin' we ain't no good Talkin to my pops my music Sayin' we should keep it down and not it Man, I don't those old ass bastards I sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered They work on they lawns, they so bored I think their ass should in the county morgue They're postin' up signs, man I think they should Talkin' if I call the cops then my neighbor will Because from city to city all the same The watch is a big ass gang
Sick and tired, the way walk and tired, the way they talk Sick and tired, the things say Sick and tired, my J? and tired, same old song Sick and tired, my bong? and tired, anarchy!
Spies, they're all me Spies, in every Spies, my their bounty in the air...
The watch is after us The neighborhood watch don't Richter's bus The neighborhood is what they say, But when I think they're walkin' me, I light another...
Every night when the street come on We usually gather round, take rips the bong This John Wayne Country, block A bunch of overweight that wanna be cops and clean, the life of slave Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Jenny They started mind control, when we were in Wanna see us livin' under the golden rule out the windows, folks always look in Minding my business when they be cooking Bored is how their life be Wait there's a real crime on our street That's when, go off run and hide Kottonmouth behind protectin' neighborhood pride When the criminals are lying dead in the Kottonmouth's all the stolen TVs Yeah but that's all right, all good Now you who's watchin' this neighborhood Because from to city it's all the same The neighborhood is a bitch ass gang
and tired, the way they walk Sick and tired, the way they and tired, the things they say Sick and tired, my J? Sick and tired, same old and tired, where's my bong? and tired, anarchy!
Spies, all around me Spies, in every Spies, my head's bounty in the air...