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Frontline
So High (Old)
Roll It Up
Everyday
1605 Life
Love Songs
Shouts Going Out
Three Horny Devils
Freaks
Nightlife
Pimp Twist

Frontline

These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize

D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika

The bakers man, bake me a cake as fast as you can

Polish up the krown then watch it shine

The Kottonmouth Kings are on the frontline

Fly rhymes, high times

Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline

Zigzags, chronic sack

Nasty girls been ridin' with some big macks

Kickin verbs, smokin herbs

Just an everyday thing in the the suburbs

Bass high, treble low

Nothin' but some big west-coast juggalos

Now I take ten steps, turn and break out the hoop

Grip the zag tightly cuz I'm about to shoot

Wind in my ear, the advisory I can see

Voices whisper clear, smoke another ST

So I do, I fire it up, round one round two, now I'm lifted up

Three, four can I stand and handle one more?

I'm in the sky, am I knockin' on heavens door?

Now I loaded up the clip and I pulled it through

And seen the little black hole that said I missed you

I can feel the expansion in my chest

I let go I'm stress free, there's no worries left

On this summer my mind travels as my eyes gloss

I reminisce about the days I hung with Big Hoss

And even though he's locked down man he still knows

That Saint Dog's got a love for his big bro

I gotta go

Goin', goin', gone that's it just blazed my last sack

Case to the head so I can see black

So yo that's that pack me another rip

So I can lay back and let my mind start to trip

By me D-Loc, call me stoner of the crew

If your fuckin' with my stash then I'm fuckin' with you

Saint Dog's got my back, man I thought you knew

Fly rhymes, high times, Suburban Noize comin' through

Fly rhymes, high times

Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline

Bass high, treble low

Nothin' but some big west coast juggalos

Mary Jane, she's my girl

Nowadays seems like the bitch rules my world

And every time our lips meet

She got's me loungin' like a leaf on a bud tree

Now I like to stay high, I got the old-school ride

77' bug and it's white on the outside

But on the inside its full of bitches

An ounce of herb, and seventeen switches

Who's that drunk that slurs and spits? (Saint)

Who gets trashed and likes to talk some shit? (Saint)

Get me on a skate and I bust a heel flip

Man I speak with dirt slang and I just cant quit it

Well I'm D Loc-er, the late night toker

Royal flush, got you bluffin' like a game of poker

Sick sick, stylee, face is always smiley

I like to get high and live the life O' Riley

I'm Saint Dog but ya already know,

The sick fly still high dope style flow

When my clock strikes 12 ask me where I'm gonna go

P-Town baby, suburban juggalo

Fly rhymes, high times

Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline

Zigzags, chronic sack

Nasty girls been ridin' with some big macks

Kickin verbs, smokin herbs

Just an everyday thing in the the suburbs

Bass high, treble low

Nothin' but some big west-coast juggalos

Well I'm D-Loc steady blazin' grass

Smokin' funky green buds outta transparent glass

If I hand you a 20 then my sack you pass

If it comes up short I'm gonna bust that ass

Saint Dog, I'm the hog I'm the leader of the krew

Stunt man hittin' hard on the avenue

Or is it all because I drank too many brews?

Porn star lifestyle, so I said FUCK YOU!

I got 2 skateboards, I eat hash and spam

My uncle, my pops, they got it easy man

I got a girl that's down, I call her tikki doll

I like to get high and play dunk ball

I like to get high, ain't a punk y'all

Kottonmouth's in the house, so pack ya bowls

We ain't nothin' but some big west coast juggalos!

Fly rhymes, high times

Suburban Noize gotta be on the frontline

Resin screen, dope vein

No thing, bud fiend Kottonmouth Kings

Kickin verbs, smokin' herbs

Just an everyday thing in the suburbs

Bass high, treble low

Nothin' big but some big west coast juggalos

Yeah, haha, Kottonmouth Kings

Bringin' ya more Suburban Noize for your speakers, ya tweakers

The Pimp Daddies lay the track down

O.C. underground sound

So bring your pipe and a pound when ya come to P-Town

Bye-bye, Bye-bye

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Old (So High)

I'ma get you So High...

I'ma get you So High...

I'ma get you So High...

I'ma get you So High...

Here I go my mind starts joggin'

And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo...

I know everythings foggin'

It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'...

Back up off me, I need rooms to puff

It's Saint Dog, and I can't get enough

Rough. I smoke, so I like it goin' down

We're all getting lifted cuz I just stole a pound

Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin'

But Fuck that shit, I'm hittin till my mind's jellin'

And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's

To play some pool and max with a couple friends

Grabbed a sack, it's off to a local park

Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark

Windows up so the bug's gettin' fishbowled

And if you're in you can't escape the indo

Oh shit, it's gettin' deep into my mind

I took seven hits off that bud called kind

Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin'

Here I go again, man, I'm mind boggling

I'ma get you so high,

I'ma make that ass fly,

Pack up the bong stand by,

I'ma get you so high

Here I go my mind starts joggin'

And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo...

I know everythings foggin'

It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'...

Here I go reminiscing about the weekend

Takin' time to remember where my shit has been

Dinner to dancing, fly girl romancing

Ballin' with the homies, smoking buds and relaxin'

High fashion, is how I was smoking

Fuck the schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin'

Spliff to my lips as I tilt my head back

Lookin like a mack cuz I'm down to blaze a sack

I said (Inhale, exhale),

Kottonmouth hit so I said, "that's swell"

Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz's set in

I need some fresh air because I'm high off that in

Walked towards the door but I didn't get far

High kicked in, I took a seat at the bar

As I look into the sky and the air starts smoggin'

Here I go again kid, I'm mind boggling

I'ma get you so high,

I'ma make that ass fly,

Pack up the bong stand by,

I'ma get you so high

Here I go my mind starts joggin'

And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo...

I know everythings foggin'

It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'...

Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley,

Stay high and be so damn smiley,

For then I won't worry about tomorrow,

Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow.

Here I go getting deep into my mind again

Thinking bout good times, smoking kind again

By myself so you say... (Man your hooked on Chronic!)

Am I a stoner or a loner Man I can't call,

In this cell-lock realm that I'm livin' in (???)

I got family members fiending from the cocaine

And loved ones locked up in prison

That's why I'm bailin', yellin', "Man fuck the system!"

All the pressures of this life get me frustrated

So I reach for the bong so I can get faded

I blaze a bowl hope it takes me to another level

To escape the pain and all my life's trouble

Close my eyes, and pray take the pain away

Ask the Lord should I live to see another day

Rob Harris died, I guess that's one of life's little tests

Jason Thirsk took a bullet straight to the fucking chest

Monique Delgado my first real true love

Died at 23, now she's waiting for me up above

I grabbed a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin'

Here I go again motherfucker my mind's boggling!

I'ma get you so high,

I'ma make that ass fly,

Pack up the bong stand by,

I'ma get you so high

Smoke sliffs, and live the life of Riley,

Stay high and be so damn smiley,

For then I won't worry about tomorrow,

Because tomorrow only brings pain and sorrow.

I'ma get you so high,

I'ma get you so high,

I'ma get you so high,

I'ma get you so high,

Mind bogglin'...

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Roll It Up

Roll it up then, no frontation

Smoke it up then, heal the nation

Roll it up then, burn the ganja

I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand

Now let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture

With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia

Tell em what were gonna do? Fool I though you knew

We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue

Man I'm bout to park it, so we can get to spark it

We'll score a fat sack and there won't be no more then

We'll make a right turn the shef'll burn

Break out the two-four and put the bowl on turn

We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin'

We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin'

We're gettin low on herb

I found a twenty on the curb

I got about a fifty, so Loc what's the word

It's superb, we bout to blaze it (that's what I'm sayin')

We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin'

Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted

Saint call some freaks (why me?), because you're gifted

Roll it up then, no frontation

Smoke it up then, heal the nation

Roll it up then, burn the ganja

I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand

Saint we got low cuz we smoked all our dope

That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked

Man he broke, and too bad we ain't no joke

Two hits and pass Saint, man I want another roll

The sap oversoked man I want some mo

That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door

Well look at Saint's eyes is that sucker livin'?

Shake him or somthin' that fools start trippin'

What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin' down

It makes me think twice, with the j out your hand

You ain't nothin' but a rookie

Tryin' to drop science but your mind is playin' hooky

Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth

Sing along with the song, sendin' out to the youth

Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night

Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life

Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night

Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life

Roll it up then, no frontation

Smoke it up then, heal the nation

Roll it up then, burn the ganja

I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand

Man I'm gettin' stressed, I need to hit the cess

I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves

Lets get some sensemilla, its twenty a quarter

Naw lets get some kind bud its willin' to float ya

Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl

I get a quarter bag of the mc shwag that makes you hurl

Look what I got I just got my double chamber

We smoke it with the everlast clip, prepare for danger

And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it

He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my grip

I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely

There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only

Bud smokers only, bud smokers only

There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only

Man I'm gettin hungry we need to get some food

Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood

Well hold up, my pager is blowin' up

Aw yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin' up

Roll it up then

Smoke it up then

Roll it up then

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Everyday

This one's dedicated, to the Big LT and the reality of life

Take a moment smoke a bowl, let's talk about life (What's that?)

Simply reality of life

Now death to the motherfucker that causes strife

R.I.P. Uncle Roy God bless your wife

R.I.P. Uncle Mark God bless your wife

I guess we can't call em in this life of the strife

Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried

So my pops was there when Sheila got married

Represent for his brother AKA best friend

I was there for myself and Big Hoss in the pen

In this life of sin it takes me gin to get by, no lie

I steady blaze and forever stay high

Don't try to understand it, this life you can't plan it

Just don't take it for granted

Life, to live while you live

Death, to give what you get

Pain, the reality of change

I wonder whether, things will ever get better

Everday, there's more pain that comes my way

And so I pray, the Lord to take me away

And if I lay, in the casket 6 feet deep

I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me

I picture life as a dream here today gone tomorrow

Love equals hollow, hate equals sorrow

Now follow the real as I take you to a field in my mind where I journey

Sucker bitches can't burn me, bring an attorney

Cuz since child birth I've been raised to do dirt on this earth

Yes it hurts

To find out that i can't get away from all the pressures and pain

And misfortunes that I've gained straight

Sometimes a fire grows inside, hatred starts to rise

Still i can't despise all the lies I've been told, the secrets they hold

The government control, man fuck five-O

So I say, keep your faith in the J, Saint Dog and great smokes a pack a day

Keep your faith in the J, every day I pray

Keep your faith in the J, man pass it this way

Everday, there's more pain that comes my way

And so I pray, the Lord to take me away

And if I lay, in the casket 6 feet deep

I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me

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1605 Life

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Suburban life the American dream

Suburban life so pretty and green

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

Now my pops bought the system

American dreamer

Bought a new home

And a brand new Beamer

But it didn't take long for things things to fall apart

Because the system that he bought ain't got no heart

From the bills for days

He got blood shot eyes

The American dream

Was a pack of lies

Well 6 months later Municipal Court

Divorce time baby, child support

I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners

No more little Steven

Now I'm Saint Dog the sinner

There's no cash back cause there was no receipt

Man suburban life ain't done a dime for me

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Suburban life the American dream

Suburban life so pretty and green

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

He's in a little deeper to the third degree

More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's

Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived

America! What? Land of the green

Now you got problems

I got mine too

There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew

Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away

To elevate from this world of hate

Never perpetrate

I don't want no degree sellin' herbs on the blocks

On every street

No real jobs for the P-T-B

So what's it gonna be?

White minority!

C'Mon!

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Suburban life the American dream

Suburban life so pretty and green

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

Now broken homes inside every house

Neighbors yellin', can't work it out

I said beating wives, tweaked out nights

Ooh what a feeling

Ooh what a life

Now you cant turn back the hands of time

So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine

He's Bobby B, king of the crops

Deep dark purse, phat drop tops

Philly blunt placed behind his ear

Two turn tables and a Heineken beer

And this is just and everyday thing

Kottonmouth Kings, I hear the telephone ring

Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dog

Leapin' like some frogs, trunk full of hogs

Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes

What ever we could get we was gonna take

Just like the pirates of the Caribbean

Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein'

Ha Ha Ha we got it like that

Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Suburban life the American dream

Suburban life so pretty and green

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

Big A, little A, bouncin' B

The system got you but it won't get me

Suburban life ain't what it seems

Suburban life the American dream

Suburban life so pretty and green

Suburban life ain't what it seems

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Love Songs

Take a rip off the kind

Yes and what you will find is another plateau to exhilarate your mind

So break out the herbs and pack up the bongs

We're all getting lifted kickin' round love songs

If you think about it all the time, and you can't it off your mind

And you'll hit it before you hit the kind (yeah right)

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it

Take a rip off the kind

Yes and what you will find is another plateau to exhilarate your mind

So break out the herbs and pack up the bongs

We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs

Now I once knew this bitch named Antoinette

Body like a 'Vette, had a pussy like a jet, and it was always wet

One night me and Loc had to put it to the test

I called her up come through 10:30

I'll bring the condoms she'll bring the herb, D

She showed up, we got straight to the point

Broke out the herb and we rolled a couple joints

Then we all start blazin'

Next thing ya know, 3 joint rotation

Before ya know it she was takin' off her clothes

D-Loc whispered to me, its another freak show

We dog it out like her last name was rover,

We hit the butt, got up cuz it was over

And to you it might be right or wrong

But to the Kottonmouth Kings its just another love song

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it

Take a rip off the kind

Yes and what you will find is another plateau to exhilarate your mind

So break out the herbs and pack up the bongs

We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs

Well I once knew this bitch named Sally

Met her at a club way out in the valley

Took her to the pad and you know she was down,

To get with all 3 hoods from P-Town, then Daddy X walked in (hey now)

I was hittin from behind, and I was nuttin on that chin

Then he joined on the action

Pulled out a jimmy strapped it on and started taxin'

Right then I heard a knock on the door

Bobby B and Pakelika, Can ya handle 2 more?

Now this shits gettin' crazy, 6 dicks flashing damn she amaze me

She musta been coked up, (why?)

Cuz she took B Dub's 12 inches in the butt(what?)

She had dicks up in her, one in the booty, in the coochie

Grabbing at it like it was dinner

I'm the late night creeper, fuck around I'll get you put up in a sleeper

And any other bull I'll run deeper, I even got your momma on my beeper

Bitch!

She was a midnight deposit, I kept it in the closet

My homies keep asking 'X how was it?'

Take a rip off the kind

Yes and what you will find is another plateau to exhilarate your mind

So break out the herbs and pack up the bongs

We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it

If you think about it all the time, and you can't it off your mind

And you'll hit it before you hit the kind (yeah right)

You're an orgasm addict you always gotta have it

You're an orgasm addict you always gotta have it

Sex in the morning, sex in the evening, sex almost anytime

Sex if its easy, sex if its greasy, never let it pass on by

And I won't turn down the kind with a piece of mind

But if you ask Daddy X, it's ass before herb each and every time

Pimp Daddies layin' the track down, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings

Kottonmouth Kings, Kottonmouth Kings

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Shouts Going Out

This shout goes out to the most high,

DJ Rob Harris

Shouts going out to the next plane of reality

I know you can hear it

I know you can feel it

I'm alone, so I'm a loner

Smoke weed, so I'm a stoner

Got that ill sick vibe

That make you say bye bye bye boner

Let my pants hang, cuz it ain't no thang

I'm taggin P-Town Loc, while I'm puffin' Mary Jane

At the level C, sat out there smokin' dubs

Saint Dog hangin' deep with those rude boy thugs

On the m-i-c rippin' shit for the ill love

So pass me the J, so i can get lit

Hit.. like a daily occupation

Hit.. let's form a rotation

Hit.. now breathe it in and pass it to the left

Hit.. Kottonmouth is the Best

Shouts going out to the city where i venture

It's the city of Placentia

Living your life ain't never been better

Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plain

Living lifestyles, blazin' on the Mary Jane

Kottonmouth gonna send ya.. right back where you venture

Now green boards

Blue sky

Stress free

No try

Green bud

D dub's call it O.C. life

Family barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons

Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms

No drive bys its all about drive-ins

Hittin' skins in the back of a Mercedes Benz

And you can rest assured that the herbs always pure

And the brews that we drink are for sure to make you slur

Pacific Co., Dragon Stout, Newcastle Brown Ale

Dark beer Daddy brews in the pound

O.C. is the place that we're talkin' about

So O.C. is the place where the shouts go out

Shouts going out to the city where i venture

It's the city of Placentia

Living your life ain't never been better

Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane

Kottonmouth ballers blazin' on the Mary Jane

Kottonmouth gonna send ya

Right back to Placentia

Now the shots be gettin' shot from the left to the right

Kottonmouth gonna take you on a flight

Now gettin' you up with that dub that we smoke late night

I'll be blazin' on that pipe so i can bust on the mic

Smokin' cloves, bustin' blows where i go

Saint Dog with that flow comin' out of my soul

Got that psychadelic flow with that punk rock stroll

Got the spikes in my hair, I let my pants hang low

Dog Boy, Humble Gods got my back no doubt

So to the city where you venture shows go out

Shouts going out to the city where you venture

Any city that ya been ta

Living your life ain't never been better

Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane

Living lifestyles blazin' on the Mary Jane

Kottonmouth gonna send ya

Right back to Placentia

Anywhere that you venture

Right back to Placentia

O.C., but its that Riverside in me

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Three Horny Devils

Three horny devils on the late night creep

One, two, three horny devils

Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C.

Bass first, then comes the treble

Three horny devils on the late night creep

One, two, three horny devils

And if ya feelin' funks fool ya betta leave, ya better leave fool

I'm one of the three of the horniest devils

I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel

Just a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid

Got a '74 slant nose V-dub biatch

Well this is for the bitches and the bitch boys too

I'm Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth Krew

Ya sister go inside to drink a 40 oz brew

Gettin' laid in the back of a Subaru

A Subaru, I thought you knew

I did her doggy style like Scooby Doo

Now listen up ladies check it out they call me Saint

I try to be a good guy but the truth it is I ain't

See I huffs on the paint (paint)

Take rips on the dank (dank)

And if I'm at a party I might hit the nitrous tank

Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head wha wha to the head

Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head

D-Loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red

It's a 9.4 on a Richter scale

I got the green farm buds and they ain't for sale

The shit we smoke man would never fail us

For the Kottonmouth Kings to inhale, biatch

Three horny devils on the late night creep

One, two, three horny devils

Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C.

Bass first, then comes the treble

Three horny devils on the late night creep

One, two three horny devils

And if ya feelin' fronts fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool

We're gettin' drunk smokin' blunts like these white boys should

They call me crazy cracker, straight peckerwood

But I'm just a kid walkin' on this earth

And yes I rock the microphone for what it's worth

And for what it's worth we're all one in the same

Got a little horny devil that controls my brain

Hey hey hey got a bowl, get a light

A beat and a mic, some ass for the night

Saint diggy-Dog takin' on oncomers

Winter, spring, and summer I'm burnin' through the rubbers

Burnin' through the rubbers and strippers man

Bet I'll hit more skin than you can

When your high goes flat Pakelika's got the best

Fix you up fill you up with the fat green snacks

Phillies always roll like a wrestlin' match

So light it up, go to sleep, Kottonmouth on the creep

Horny devils always huntin' always rollin' 3-Deep

Three horny devils

Three horny devils on the late night creep

One, two, three horny devils

Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C., three horny devils

Three horny devils on the late night creep,three horny devils

I'm D-Loco, I sip hot cocoa

I wont fuck a girl if the bitch is a broke ho

I'm Saint Doggy drinkin's my hobby

I'll split yo lip if yo ass gets foggy

I'm X Daddy bet cha I have these fine young fillies in my '62 Caddy

Three horny devils psychotic rebels

Rollin' 3-Deep bitch, so turn up yo treble

I was born and bred to rip and shread

Takin' 7 bong loads to the mother fuckin' head

I'm a late night crawler, P-Town Baller

Creepin' up on ya like a creepy crawler

One, two three horny devils

Bass first, then comes the treble

O.C. hit new levels

I'm D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin', phillie blunt rollin'

My bug ain't stolen not kinda really just some of the parts

Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box

Not untouchable, but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach

Just to get lit and do another song and hear bump, bump all night long

I said bump, bump but that's another song and that's another track

So bring it back to the facts of the subject

Fuck it lets fish bowl this bucket

Lets fish bowl this bucket

Yea let's fish bowl this bucket

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Freaks

Yeah, Suburban Noize, those Kottonmouth Kings

Freaks come out at night, the freaks come out...

Well... We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings

The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us backstage be prepared to G

Now they say that first do it means do it

Time to freak, Saint Dog gets to it

Not a heavy weight

But I'll go twelve rounds with a jab of the stick I'm going lick for lick

So give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man

Just relax, and I won't front like arena

I mean to get the cream of the crop

And I'll be taking it slow, never missin' a spot

Yes caressin' your back, chest to chest, you're kissing on my nose ring

I'll whisper in your ear, Saint Dog Kottonmouth King

Oh big ST that's what you'll be screamin' and creamin'

But its not a wet dream its the real, the freaky dog, dog nasty

Never letting a kitty cat get past me

Without picking it up, petting it teasing it, taking 3 home and pleasing it

We're the freaks of the industry

Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings

The freaks of the industry

And when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

Say you're G-in', nobody else is seein'

And the freak that your with's in front of you

Bending over naked as she's leaning on the dresser

Boo-yeah, you're looking at her from the rear

She looks just like Rebecca, not Rebecca with the singing career

But the X rated video queen, ya know what I mean?

All right here's the scene, you're lyin' on your back

With your head on the edge of the bed

The booty's 2 feet from your head, should you

A. take the time to find a condom

B. walk right over and you pound em

C. tell her that you want her love

well the answer is

D. all of the above

So you're freakin', the furniture's squeakin'

she's tweakin', saying that she's weak in the knees

Cheek for cheek, and pound for pound

I'm taxin' it and waxin' it and workin' it around

Till the booty starts makin' that clappin' sound

Which is cool but your friends are chillin' in the other room

The clap is getting louder, you don't want them to clown

You in this situation, what do you do?

A. plainly simply back up off her

B. you hit it just a little bit softer

C. you take it out and put it in her butt

Well D's for Daddy X yo, yo listen up

I put a towel on the floor by the 2 inch gap under the door

And now ya can't see me anymore, to the lock

Till they can't talk but they can listen

There'll be no bargin' in, there'll be no dissin'

Get back to the mission, broke out the whip cream and the cherries

I go through all the 5 positions

My head under her leg under my arm under her toe

She says I like it when you scream, Daddy let yourself go

I hit it, slid it, lick it, quit it, after the ride I put my clothes on I

walk outside

And before anybody has a chance to speak I say

Yo I'm Daddy X I guess I'm just a freak

We're the freaks of the industry

Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth kings

The freaks of the industry

And when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

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Nightlife

Night life

Hey girlie don't ya frown

That's right

Saint's parents are outta town

Night life

And you know we're gonna do it right

That's right

Cuz kottonmouths in the house tonight

Well a tit and a taint, gettin' ready for the party

Sippin' on a tall can, callin' up the hotties

Come over here and get a rip of the dank

I love the lovely herb so the lord i do thank

Now the stereos bumpin' got some freaks on the way

Man i need another tall one to get in my sway

The freaks show up and one looked like no other

Hey dude watch out she's got a big ass brother

No need to worry, don't even stress

Look at honey over yonder in the tight black dress

Damn you ain't lying no need for dissention

Now check out my skillz as I get her attention

Hey shorty, Hey shorty, Hey shorty

Girl don't act like you don't know me

Night life

Hey girlie don't ya frown

That's right

Saint's parents are outta town

Night life

And you know we're gonna do it right

That's right

Cuz Kottonmouths in the house tonight

Well we gotta buy some smokes so off we went

Man are you alright to drive? Naw bitch i'm bent

When i heard that man i knew it was trouble

Richter stompin' on the brakes like he's Barney Rubble

Back at 22 when we got to the liquor store

Slide on my shades as i walked through the front door

Cuz yo, i was steady blazed, i felt like i was in Jimi's purple haze

I grabbed a bag of chips cuz you know i got the munchies

And some ruff riders for all the freaky honeys

Hey yo, stop barkin' youre fuckin' up my high

Oh, and i got the freak with the light brown eyes

Man pussy ain't got a name on it

Every time Loc's drunk he tries to put a claim on it

So if yer gonna crack man you better do it right

Cuz theirs 3 kottonmouths in the house tonight

Night life

Hey ladies don't you frown

That's right

Richter's parents are out of town

Night life

And you know we're gonna do it right

That's right

Cuz Kottonmouths in the house tonight

When we got back to the party the place was packed

Look at all the hotties, I'm about to mack

Should we take the back door? Naw lets cruise the front

Oh yeah, and D-Loc fire up that phillie blunt

Look over there, bitches straight kissin'

Tongue rings and all, what the fuck we missin'?

Lesbos, the best lay in town

Lesbos, they like to play around

Lesbos, they're really freaky chicks

The only problem is they don't like to play with dicks

Now the cops just arrived and they're ringin' on the bell

Everybody keep it down, and put some clothes on Michelle

You see here son we've had a few too many calls

There's far too much noise knockin' off these walls

You need to break it up, you're disturbin' the peace

Well, I'm sorry officer

Fuck the police!

Night life

Yo bitches don't you frown

That's right

Daddy Richter's outta town

Night life

And you know we're gonna do it right

That's right

Cuz Kottonmouths in the house tonight

Night life

Hey girlies don't you frown

That's right

Kottonmouth is in your town

Night life

And you know we're gonna do it right

That's right

Kottonmouths in the house tonight

Kottonmouth, punk rock

Kottonmouth, punk rock...

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Pimp Twist

That's life, that's the way it goes

Layin' down laws and taxin' hos

Sometimes I can't take no more

Always leaving shows through the back door

What you got D-Toke?

Now what you got ST?

Teach me how to get my mack to a T

First of all, I put that pimp twist on her

Then I let her know that I'm a P-Town baller

Next thing you know, you see I get no rejection

High in charisma, smooth-ass complexion

I'm Daddy X and I come with correction

You know there's infection, so wear some protection

Ain't nobody slicker than B-Dub on the mixer

Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's down to get with her

Fool what you barkin', it must be the liquor

I'm back on your bitch so stick around like a sticker

Naw, but I'm quicker cuz I'm the D-L-O-C

All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy

I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me

I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your lady

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist

Yeah, yeah, pimpin ain't easy!

That's life, that's the way it goes

Layin' down laws and taxin' hos

Sometimes I can't take no more

Always leaving shows through the back door

Yo I'm Saint Dub, and known to drink some brandy

I gots the foul whistle cuz it comes in handy

I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy

But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy

Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X took her in

Massengil, Summer's Eve, then I sexed her skin

No girlfriend because they're too damn hectic

I only like the ones that are down to get naked

Well Loc knew Candy, I knew that bitch

I took her out once, made her think I'm rich

Romance, slow dance, made her feel great

And at the end of the night I worked that ass like a slave

Loc did you call her? I didn't bend a wrist

Fool, I thought you knew it's the fucking pimp twist

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist

Kottonmouth is the crew that the ladies miss

Yes, they down with this, and so they reminisce

About the day they were caught up in the pimp twist

That's life, that's the way it goes

Layin' down laws and taxin' hos

Sometimes I can't take no more

Always leaving shows through the back door

Now P-Town ballers is the name I claim

Been through many cities and it's all the same

I see a freak, I look in her direction

5 minutes later she'll be licking my erection

Now I'm not a cock blocker like you might suppose

Just a game I run on these mother fucking hos

Like I once knew this girl named Vanessa, I undressed her

Last December, or November. Was it September?

I'm a stoner reeking havoc, I don't remember, shit!

Hold your seat

Let me take you to another plateau

Exhilaration of your mind comes with my flow

Really though, I'll let you know I'm that boy ST

Exposing your mind to the rhymes of a P-Town baller

I'll make your girl holler my name in pain as I proceed to call her

My versatile machine on my new found lady

Hit it once and she'll be down to pay me

No babies cuz I elect to protect

From that HIV shit if my dick gets erect, so check

After I'm through, it's out the door, I thought you knew

I'm a P-Town Baller, fool I gotta tell the crew

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist

Kottonmouth make a sweet girl turn a trick

And yes, she's down with this, and so she'll reminisce

About the days she was caught up in the pimp twist

Perpetrator? Naw, educator

Playa hata? More like a generator

Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator

Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat

The shit was hot, the pussy got got, I hit the G-spot

My other buddy ate it, his tongue got rot

But he knew what he was in for when the booze got bought

Now that's not a lot but that's food for thought

You gotta bur up if she's hot to trot

Like it or not you need to smoke more pot

And think about your problems, connect the dots

That's life, that's the way it goes

Layin' down laws and taxin' hos

Sometimes I can't take no more

Always leaving shows through the back door

With the dirty ho, through the back door

Took the little skeezy to the mo-mo

And now it's oh no about the info

Gotta keep the shit on the down low

On the down low, about the info

Gotta keep the shit on the down low

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