Life ain't what it seems It aint no ******* dream So get a grip up on your *******t and make sure your pipe's clean When I drink booze put a crown on my royal Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of foil Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta ******* again, "I feel ya" Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to spend Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "******* the system!" I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend Judicial system got me wi*******ng I was president I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence *******t, every other night I'm getting hella bent I roll my skate to relate to this society No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too" No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke" I guess that's why they call me crazy D-LocLife ain't what it seems It ain't no ******* dream So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!" Buds lookin' slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken" My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "******* that!" Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend? Placentia City got me witty on this way of life I blast a duck, what the *******, skin it with my knife There's a zone in my dome called the twilight I'm down for my krown each and every night Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my flow Make ya say damn bro I got to go to a show Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a dream and I ain't playing But I'm Saint Vicious and Daddy X is paying Life ain't what it seems It ain't no ******* dream So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal Government lies yo they make my water boil R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal No money for a skate no change for the tax Went surfin' with no keefe but forgot the *** wax Have a purple friend to help me to relax And one foot glass called the paramax Now afternoon to you is my morning I wake up hit the roach and then I'm snoring Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT'sLike D J Rob Harris kid I'm soarin' I pertains an ill congested vibe Makes ladies strive for my bozak Addicted like prozac You know that I track 'em like LojakI'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like KojakI'm alone up in this rhyme that I've created This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space Government controls so they hate it Our life, it has been jaded and faded We're getting erased Life ain't what it seems It ain't no ******* dream So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean.
Life ain't what it seems It aint no ******* dream So get a grip up on your *******t and make sure your pipe's clean When I drink booze put a crown on my royal Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of foil Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta ******* again, "I feel ya" Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to spend Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "******* the system!" I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend Judicial system got me wi*******ng I was president I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence *******t, every other night I'm getting hella bent I roll my skate to relate to this society No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too" No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke" I guess that's why they call me crazy D-LocLife ain't what it seems It ain't no ******* dream So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!" Buds lookin' slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken" My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "******* that!" Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend? Placentia City got me witty on this way of life I blast a duck, what the *******, skin it with my knife There's a zone in my dome called the twilight I'm down for my krown each and every night Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my flow Make ya say damn bro I got to go to a show Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a dream and I ain't playing But I'm Saint Vicious and Daddy X is paying Life ain't what it seems It ain't no ******* dream So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal Government lies yo they make my water boil R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal No money for a skate no change for the tax Went surfin' with no keefe but forgot the *** wax Have a purple friend to help me to relax And one foot glass called the paramax Now afternoon to you is my morning I wake up hit the roach and then I'm snoring Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT'sLike D J Rob Harris kid I'm soarin' I pertains an ill congested vibe Makes ladies strive for my bozak Addicted like prozac You know that I track 'em like LojakI'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like KojakI'm alone up in this rhyme that I've created This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space Government controls so they hate it Our life, it has been jaded and faded We're getting erased Life ain't what it seems It ain't no ******* dream So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean.
