Magic mushrooms Cannibus, ludes, and GHB Uppers and THC Blues and vics and on sheets
Hey yo Loc, up Johnny Richter? I still sport the same frame, I just changed the big Now I'ma sit ass down right in the front row To let you know how we smoke at a Kottonmouth Show
You we do it, did it, doin' it again I at least ten tokes for my day to begin A big sack of the chronic, 'cause you know Im on it smokin' out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it
And get a refund check, I bet you sell your mammas You keep bouncin' like my balls off the just because You want a of what I got plus a sack of my pot Think youre gonna get it, thought wrong, I think not
We fucked up at Four Twenty in the old up on the homies, like what you blazin' They said some purple that they got from Riverside But I knew they was fakin', the barely got me high
Everything looks the same but everything feels so And I dont know if it's all in my head or if Im losin my sanity My smokin', my drinkin' is my thinkin' Thats what they all keep me And faces-n-places keep erasin' And everything so strange to me
Now we out on the road, different city every Different hos every night, different flows every We stay drunk off Bud Light so fuck the Liquor We drink by the can, cup, bottle, or pitcher
Youll see us onstage faded straight as fuck Youll hear us down your block when were in our trucks da doom doom doom thats whats up Damn I blew another woofer man thats just my
Well thats your luck, I hope mines better then As I down my hat, and twist off my beer cap Yeah, Locs kinda doin' 80 in the dirt With his bike in the back and a in his lap
I feel the hurt, when its time I go bizzerk gear buckled, shit didnt even hurt Well, you know I seen the footage, and the film lie the wind out his chest and straight blackened his eye
Everything looks the same but everything so differently And I dont know if it's just all in my head or if Im losin my My smokin', my is foggin' my thinkin' Thats what all keep tellin' me And faces-n-places keep changin' And feels so strange to me
Strange, strange, strange, strange
Im feelin' so strange with the of pills Poppin' tiny blue things with no time to kill Eat the mid-sized whites, theyll you rollin till the mornin Take one with a chick, you know that you might be bonin
D-Loc, Im feelin kind of D and Im out of control Ya know the big ol fatties are the 3s And the ones I got come straight from overseas
You know how I do it, up everyday Drinkin' beers in my bed, for a lady to play And I love on one, two, three, or four Looped, staring at the with my back on the floor
Five, six, I rolled out with my I called this bitch, she was a ass trick Now we not saying its right, but is how were livin' Just goin' through life having fun with were given
Everything the same but everything feels so differently And I dont know if just all in my head or if Im losin my sanity My smokin', my drinkin' is foggin' my Thats what all keep tellin' me And faces-n-places keep erasin' And everything feels so to me
looks the same but everything feels so differently And I dont if it's just all in my head or if Im losin my sanity My smokin', my drinkin' is foggin' my Thats what they all keep me And faces-n-places keep erasin' And feels so strange to me