Creep creep, I'm on the creep the creep for the kind bud OC, late night, rollin in my V-Dub, Sick of scrapin resin so I'm lookin for a sack All I've learned, I've ever burned, BSO got my back (Right on, right on brotha, blaze on, better rip dat shit, RIP IT!) Yeah, this is that 1605 shit The real Huntington Beach backyard fucking garage style
Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump, We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk about, Saints what they shout, you got all the clout, A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605, fool pass me the bing
Now the stereo is up, I sway, push play, You hear Humble Gods from a mile away, All the heads is bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin, D-Loc is mumblin, "I got a little somethin"
Well he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip, Sparked up the bowl and I took a rip, trip Came to a halt at an intersection, Turned up the music at my discretion
D-Loc in the back said "What do I see? A Jeep full of freaks just starin at me." D-Loc was right, they was in a Range Rover Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over
They got out the car and stepped to my side I said "Hello ladies let's take a ride" I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man Daddy X is the one who's driving the van
So climb on in and don't be shy We're gonna close the doors and let the games by fly Once again I said it, my names ST It's just another day of a PTB C'Mon C'Mon!
Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump, We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck! Said bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump, Saint Dog put it down for suburban pride
And I was liven my life on the 9-5, Up early in the mornin tryin to survive A chump change, it's a shame, with no education No inspiration, no destination
But now my occupation is to do what I like Keep the crowd movin and rock the mic Cause if I don't rock it than another sucker will And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill
Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage He said "Saint, represent for the underage" Same damn year, my face is up and raised Got that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge
Nah, Saint Dog I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge And when i'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed Get me on the court my skills will put you in amaze T-T-T-Tickin a twine all day
C'Mon C'Mon! Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump, We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck! Said bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump, D-Loc's on the pipe, rip rip shit up
It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical, Undefeated champ that will stick you fool My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy If you chill with me I'll be sure to blaze thee
Plant you in the ground make you drift like a daisy That shit in my system makes my life kinda hazy My Mama, my poppa, i think I should tell them The J gots my head and fucked up my cerebellum
Its about time to compute your math Cuz my beats keep pumpin like a seismograph See I tripped before, but never like this Straight to my mind, puts my head in a bliss
I won't fake the funk when I'm smokin on a skunk That 40 bowl evil got my pink eye drunk And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced
My flows are silky soft, like I write and my lesson And now a lyracist, poetry in motion To each, and to each I cause a commotion Cops smellin money takin off with my portion
Farewell to all and to all good night, I'm leavin these krypts to creep out all night, Wait wait wait you said krpyt that shit will fuck you up, Get off krypt and rock the bump, C'Mon
Bump, bump, bump That's the sound of the 15's while they hittin in my trunk, Said bump, bump, bump, We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck
Biatch!
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