作曲 : Dustin Miller/Brad Xavier/Timothy McNutt/Mike Kumagai Magic mushrooms x-tacy, cannibus, ludes, and GHB uppers ?n- downers and THC bluesAnd vics and acid on sheets Hey yo Loc What's up Johnny Richter? I still sport the same frame, I just changed the big picture Now Im'a sit your ass down right in the front row To let you know how we smoke at a Kottonmouth Kings Show You know we do it, did it, doin it again I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin A big sack of the chronic, cause you know I'm always on it Steady smokin out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it And get a refund check, I bet you sell your mamma's drawls You keep bouncin like my balls off the walls just because You want a piece of what I got plus a sack of my pot Think you're really gonna get it, thought wrong, I think not We pulled up at Four Twenty in the old rotation Rolled up on the homies, like what you blazin They said some purple kush That they got from RiversideBut I knew they was fakin, the **** barely got me high Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange To me?Now we out on the road, different city every night Different ho's every night, different flows every night We stay drunk off Bud LightSo **** the Malt Liquor We drink beer by the can, cup, bottle, or pitcher You'll see us onstage faded straight buzzed as **** You'll hear us bumpin down your block when we're in our trucks That's what's up, damn I blew another woofer man that's just my luck Well that's your luck, I hope mine's better then that As I tilt down my hat, and twist off my beer cap Yeah, Loc's kinda crazy doin 80 in the dirt With his bike in the back and a beer in his lap I don't feel the hurt, when it's time I go bizzerk Third gear buckled, **** didn't even hurt Well you know I seen the footage, and the film don't lie Knocked the wind out his chest and straight blackened his eye Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange To me?I'm feelin so strange with the addition of pills Poppin little tiny blue things with no time to kill Eat the mid-sized whites, they'll keep you rollin' till the mornin' Take one with a chick, you know that night you might be bonin' D-LocWhoaI'm feelin kind of dazed and I'm out of control Ya know the big ol fatties are the Tylenol 3's And the orange ones I got come straight from overseas You know how I do it, wakin up everyday Drinkin beers in my bed, waitin for a lady to play And I love being on one, two, three, or four Looped, staring at the ceiling with my back on the floor Five, six, I rolled out with my ****I called this *****, she was a lil ass trick Now we not saying it's right, but strange is how we're livin Just goin through life having fun with what we're given Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange To me?
作曲 : Dustin Miller/Brad Xavier/Timothy McNutt/Mike Kumagai Magic mushrooms x-tacy, cannibus, ludes, and GHB uppers ?n- downers and THC bluesAnd vics and acid on sheets Hey yo Loc What's up Johnny Richter? I still sport the same frame, I just changed the big picture Now Im'a sit your ass down right in the front row To let you know how we smoke at a Kottonmouth Kings Show You know we do it, did it, doin it again I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin A big sack of the chronic, cause you know I'm always on it Steady smokin out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it And get a refund check, I bet you sell your mamma's drawls You keep bouncin like my balls off the walls just because You want a piece of what I got plus a sack of my pot Think you're really gonna get it, thought wrong, I think not We pulled up at Four Twenty in the old rotation Rolled up on the homies, like what you blazin They said some purple kush That they got from RiversideBut I knew they was fakin, the **** barely got me high Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange To me?Now we out on the road, different city every night Different ho's every night, different flows every night We stay drunk off Bud LightSo **** the Malt Liquor We drink beer by the can, cup, bottle, or pitcher You'll see us onstage faded straight buzzed as **** You'll hear us bumpin down your block when we're in our trucks That's what's up, damn I blew another woofer man that's just my luck Well that's your luck, I hope mine's better then that As I tilt down my hat, and twist off my beer cap Yeah, Loc's kinda crazy doin 80 in the dirt With his bike in the back and a beer in his lap I don't feel the hurt, when it's time I go bizzerk Third gear buckled, **** didn't even hurt Well you know I seen the footage, and the film don't lie Knocked the wind out his chest and straight blackened his eye Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange To me?I'm feelin so strange with the addition of pills Poppin little tiny blue things with no time to kill Eat the mid-sized whites, they'll keep you rollin' till the mornin' Take one with a chick, you know that night you might be bonin' D-LocWhoaI'm feelin kind of dazed and I'm out of control Ya know the big ol fatties are the Tylenol 3's And the orange ones I got come straight from overseas You know how I do it, wakin up everyday Drinkin beers in my bed, waitin for a lady to play And I love being on one, two, three, or four Looped, staring at the ceiling with my back on the floor Five, six, I rolled out with my ****I called this *****, she was a lil ass trick Now we not saying it's right, but strange is how we're livin Just goin through life having fun with what we're given Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange To me?
