Sick and tired, the way walk Sick and tired, the way talk Sick and tired, the they say and tired, where's 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 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 walkin' towards me, I another...
Generation X is the they use I'm skatin' down MacKenzie Avenue Everybody that I see, lookin' at me like a Maybe cause I'm in some Dickies and some sandals Man, I know what you mean you talk about the neighborhood The old folks always sayin' that we ain't no Talkin to my pops my music Sayin' we should keep it down and not it Man, I don't those old ass bastards I just sit on the and with my herb and get plastered work on they lawns, they seem so bored I think their ass should reside in the county They're postin' up signs, man I they should chill Talkin' if I don't call the cops then my will Because city to city it's all the same The watch is a big ass gang
Sick and tired, the way they Sick and tired, the way they Sick and tired, the 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 their in the air...
The neighborhood is after us The neighborhood watch don't like bus The neighborhood watch is they say, But when I think they're walkin' towards me, I another...
Every night when the street come on We gather round, take rips from the bong John Wayne Country, republican block A bunch of overweight that wanna be cops and clean, the life of slave Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Jenny They mind control, when we were in school Wanna see us livin' life under the rule Peepin' out the windows, folks look in Minding my when they should be cooking is how their life must be Wait till there's a crime on our street That's when, you'll go off run and Leaving Kottonmouth behind protectin' neighborhood When the criminals are lying in the streets returning 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
Sick and tired, the way they Sick and tired, the way talk Sick and tired, the they say and tired, where's my J? Sick and tired, old song Sick and tired, my bong? and tired, anarchy!
Spies, they're all me Spies, in county Spies, my their bounty in the air...