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  • 作曲 : Kottonmouth Kings/Dustin Miller/Brad Xavier/Steve Thronson/Pimpdaddies
    This is Kona-
    Gold from the
    Hawaiian Islands of creation
    Mass plantation
    With the Kottonmouth
    Kings burnin' up the nation
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through front
    And when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a blunt
    My minds always trippin 'so you know
    I cannot front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk
    Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    *************t it's a damn good day, got money in the bank
    Gas in my tank, pays for my dank
    Got a new
    Paramax, money for the taxes
    And for the plenty herb the lord
    I do thank
    Boom, *************t, bang,
    X is the name
    Dirt slang's the game and
    I bangs poontang
    It's the first county all league pimp selection
    Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection
    I went from sinner to
    Saint, Saint back to sinner
    Once was a preacher, but
    I huff paint thinner
    Took your woo home and that ************* made me dinner
    Rolled a couple pinners and
    I went up in her
    It's the capital
    D, the L-O-
    CCan't nobody even ************* with me, (hell no)
    My style is free,
    I bangs the
    PI tag the circle "A" for anarchy
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front
    And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt
    My minds always trippin' so you know
    I can not front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
    Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    Hot Damn!
    I'm back in my van
    Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan?
    Pig sniffin' around like
    Toucan Sam
    WHAT? BLAM
    BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van
    I said ************* the police
    I'm an old school skater
    Roll aside the curb, throw peace and say later
    Got a dark **** like that fool
    Darth Vador
    Told you mother******s
    I'm an old school skater
    I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, ************* you over there
    I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair
    Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware
    Well I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration
    Easy access for easy ***********
    What's all this talk about a generation?
    Legalize the plant
    Lets free this nation
    Boo ya ka
    Boo ya ka.. hemp plantation
    Boo ya ka
    Boo ya ka.. free this nation
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front
    And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt
    My minds always trippin' so you know
    I can not front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
    Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    Now the kind
    I smoke is dipped in
    Willie Wonka
    Chocolate factory,
    I take more hits than
    TonkaLight you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee
    We're the bong tokin' fiends representin'
    O.C.Oh oh oh oh *************t
    I'm back up in the mix
    Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks
    Your ************* is on my *************, your momma is too
    And this is going out to the
    Kottonmouth
    KrewDamn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit
    Dirty wife beaters, size that just quit
    But I don't give a *************t my rhymes make me legit
    Board's in my hands as
    I bail through the pit
    Punk rock and
    I can't forget cha
    Kottonmouth
    Kings up in the picture
    Suburban Noise, man
    I thought you knew
    And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool
    Yes we're comin' through with an old deep brew
    West coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front
    And when we're on stage we're smokin' like a blunt
    My minds always trippin' so you know
    I can not front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
    Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    Scratch pow, don't ask me how
    Even if I knew
    I wouldn't tell you any how
    Take that!
    Let's fishbowl this *************
    What's the time?
    It's time to get lit
    Boo ya ka
    Boo ya ka, splif to the clip
    Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip
    Inhale, hold it real deep
    Orange County horny devils back on the ******' creep!
  • 作曲 : Kottonmouth Kings/Dustin Miller/Brad Xavier/Steve Thronson/Pimpdaddies
    This is Kona-
    Gold from the
    Hawaiian Islands of creation
    Mass plantation
    With the Kottonmouth
    Kings burnin' up the nation
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through front
    And when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a blunt
    My minds always trippin 'so you know
    I cannot front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk
    Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    *************t it's a damn good day, got money in the bank
    Gas in my tank, pays for my dank
    Got a new
    Paramax, money for the taxes
    And for the plenty herb the lord
    I do thank
    Boom, *************t, bang,
    X is the name
    Dirt slang's the game and
    I bangs poontang
    It's the first county all league pimp selection
    Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection
    I went from sinner to
    Saint, Saint back to sinner
    Once was a preacher, but
    I huff paint thinner
    Took your woo home and that ************* made me dinner
    Rolled a couple pinners and
    I went up in her
    It's the capital
    D, the L-O-
    CCan't nobody even ************* with me, (hell no)
    My style is free,
    I bangs the
    PI tag the circle "A" for anarchy
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front
    And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt
    My minds always trippin' so you know
    I can not front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
    Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    Hot Damn!
    I'm back in my van
    Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan?
    Pig sniffin' around like
    Toucan Sam
    WHAT? BLAM
    BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van
    I said ************* the police
    I'm an old school skater
    Roll aside the curb, throw peace and say later
    Got a dark **** like that fool
    Darth Vador
    Told you mother******s
    I'm an old school skater
    I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, ************* you over there
    I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair
    Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware
    Well I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration
    Easy access for easy ***********
    What's all this talk about a generation?
    Legalize the plant
    Lets free this nation
    Boo ya ka
    Boo ya ka.. hemp plantation
    Boo ya ka
    Boo ya ka.. free this nation
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front
    And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt
    My minds always trippin' so you know
    I can not front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
    Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    Now the kind
    I smoke is dipped in
    Willie Wonka
    Chocolate factory,
    I take more hits than
    TonkaLight you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee
    We're the bong tokin' fiends representin'
    O.C.Oh oh oh oh *************t
    I'm back up in the mix
    Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks
    Your ************* is on my *************, your momma is too
    And this is going out to the
    Kottonmouth
    KrewDamn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit
    Dirty wife beaters, size that just quit
    But I don't give a *************t my rhymes make me legit
    Board's in my hands as
    I bail through the pit
    Punk rock and
    I can't forget cha
    Kottonmouth
    Kings up in the picture
    Suburban Noise, man
    I thought you knew
    And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool
    Yes we're comin' through with an old deep brew
    West coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front
    And when we're on stage we're smokin' like a blunt
    My minds always trippin' so you know
    I can not front
    We're the
    Kottonmouth
    King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk
    Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk
    Scratch pow, don't ask me how
    Even if I knew
    I wouldn't tell you any how
    Take that!
    Let's fishbowl this *************
    What's the time?
    It's time to get lit
    Boo ya ka
    Boo ya ka, splif to the clip
    Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip
    Inhale, hold it real deep
    Orange County horny devils back on the ******' creep!