YOu gonna hit some weed up in the mother fucker?!?!
DJ Bobby B..D-D-D-LOC

Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last- Cuz you know that we was built to last

The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder
AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master
The Budda Blasta it’s all-good
Operatin in my green room
Cutting up my words.
You betta make way
I’ve been know to blow the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master
And Bobby Suenam
We form like voltron connected by the feet
So theirs room to reach
When we transform the beat
With the ill techniques
Needles stick like gum
Bobby on the two and shaky on the one
Here comes the suenamie brothas
Duck fuck run grab your shields and
Put them up this ain’t for fun
Table combat son
You betta blow the spot
When I penetrate it’s deep
You know I smoke my pot
Everyday I stay ripped
They call me D L to the C
Don’t Eva get it twisted
Ya Na Mean. (know what i mean)


Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last-cuz you know that we was built to last

And you know this
I got some Herb in my pocket
A caddie and a truck
A phat chain wallet
A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart
A skateboard shot gun and a snowboard
My wake because winter just passed
Summers comin up
River runs with the hash
Me and all my dogs
Drinken beers token buds
Workin on our trucks
Right under the sun
And when the water cold
We sit and get stoned
Hollerin at the hunny's
Talkin shit from crow’s boat
And if you don’t know
I don’t really fuckin care
Like listen to a drunk
When he’s yappin in my ear
Talken this talkin that
Not makin no sense
Like smoken crack by a fence
Or bud when it’s dense
Don’t ever get it twisted
Let me tell you again
The call me L-O-C
Sucka see ya! Say.

Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last-cuz you know that we was built to last

I be the kid with my pants
Straight sagged to my knees
Got my vans on my feet
Smoke a once a week
Writing rhymes to beats
Intertwining with timing
Rhyming patters are scatteren
I’m as high as the heavens
Farmer are caddle
Eaten valiums and tatilen
On the side of a mountain choppin trees down for cabins
On the search for medalians
I about to burn like dragons now
How could you imagin
Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom
With a attitude bablin
On the desk I was taggen
While the teacher was talking
Half the time I was nappin
Sides the fact I was slacken
Didn’t care if I was passin
Relaxin and laughing
Stealing pencils and graphing
Children for magazine
Memories of causalities
People now gather me I’m the D-L-O-C
And I’ll I do is smoke weed.

Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor
blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to
last-cuz you know that we was built to last