Royal Highness

Bump, bump, bump,
thats the sound of the 15's
while they hitting in my trunk
Bump, bump, bump
we're the Kottonmouth Kings
and we dont give a fuck

I'm that pig that the bitches talk about
Saints what they shout
you got all the clot
a day in the life of a kottonmouth king
1605 c'mon pass me the bing

Yo man I got some sick ass shit, I got all kinds of bongs.
I got fuckin, I got paramaxes, I got graffix
I got all the dope shit
I got superbowls, I got fuckin skunk weed, I got skillz, listen
I'll get me on the court, you know what I'm saying? I got skillz.
Look I got crossovers, I got doms, I got lobs, I got ups
I got all kinds of skillz,
I got homeboys, I got weed, I get high. I'm fuckin
I got dope VW car with fat ass fuckin whomper, motherfucker...

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors. Crazy man.

Suburban ebonics coming out my mouth.
Take a lesson bitch boy that's Kottonmouth.
But your square nerdy asses won't understand.
So yo, break em off a fat ass piece man.
Dirt slang, it starts like this bro,
I play dunk ball with the homies and I eats pink taco
714 bustin up yo ass.
Suburban white bonics they don't teach in class.
It's the psychedelic hip hop punk rock shit.
So let me tell you mother fuckers who your fucking with.
Well I'm Saint Dog and I spills my schpeil.
When I gets lit I like to bark some shit,
Like it sucked up, cracked out, cock out biatch,
I only take licks and a (??) rip.
I got you puzzled like the wrinkles on my scrotum sac.
I got a gang a year, I keep my kicks on a rack.
From Airwalks to Bocks to Docs to Birkenstock
Top it all off with some old skool socks.
No wonder why your old lady rides my jock.
I got her tied up like a boat to a dock.
Yo I twist up your mind with my wicked hog slang.
Uck-fay ou-yay umb-day itch-bay,
Aint-say og-day ever-nay lays-pay.
Now that's the type of shit comin slurred from Saint.
Emergency, emergency 911, Kottonmouth's on the mic
So you bitches better run.

I gots the light if you gots the time
I gots the joint if you gots the rhyme
I gots the ink if you gots the papers
I gots the flow if you'll catch the vapors.
Crazy man. Dirt slang.

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're smokin like a blunt
My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk
Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

Shit its a damn good day, got money in the bank,
Cash 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, shit, bang, X is the name
Dirt slang's the game and I bang 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 boo home and that bitch made me dinner
Rolled a couple phillies and I went up in her.
It's the capital D, the L-O-C
Can't nobody even fuck with me, hell no
My style is free, I bangs the P,
I tagged 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 Kings, we're 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?
Been sniffin around like Toucan Sam,
WHAT? BAM BAM! Now there's bacon on the van
I said fuck the police I'm an old school skata
Pull upside the curb, throw up, peace say lata
Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador,
Told you mother fuckers I'm an old school skater

I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there
I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair
Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware
I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration,
Easy access for easy penetration
What's all this talk about a generation? Legalize the plant
Lets free this nation

(Buyaka Buyaka?) hemp plantation
(Buyaka Buyaka?), 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 Kings, we're 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 Tonka
Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin like a bee
We're the bong tokin fiends representin' OC
Oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mix
Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks
Your bitch is on my dick, your momma is too
And this is going out to the Kottonmouth krew

Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit
Dirty wife beaters, I should just quit
But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legit
Whores in my hand as I bounce 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 oldie 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 Kings, we're 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 bitch
What's the time? Its time to get lit
Buyaka buyaka, 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 fuckin creep!

Some people like to lick it
Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it.
Some like to think with a drink their hand
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend
I need another lick, i need another lick
What's your trip?
I need another lick, i need another lick
What's your trip?

As i flow let the shit seep deep into your ear drums
Alien fly ass rhymes as you hear them
Peep this sound it's from the darkest side of the planet
A little tab of paper and i'll walk the planet
It's about to happen in the next few hours,
I've entered a world with billions of flowers
Pixies all dancing all around my head
Chillin' to the melodies of the grateful dead
The walls get wavy and melt like gravy
I ask myself is there something here to save me?
Oh, oh, oh shit what the fuck have i done?
A little tab of paper that i put on my tongue.
Now the demons are coming from above and beyond
(??) stabbing at my face with their (??)
I ask myself is it worth it to lick?
I guess i'm undecided
So fool what's your trip?

I need another rip, i need another rip
What's your trip?
I need another rip, i need another rip
What's your trip?
Some people like to lick it
Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it
Some like to think with a drink in their hand
It all depends on that ends that you're willing to spend

Do i lick or do i sip?
None of the above cause i just take rips
From a pipe, sometimes a bong
Cause it feels damn good when it lingers in my lungs
I'm a ganja man, i like a j in my hand
At all times burning so my high never lands
I'ma get you soooo high, that's what 'i'm sayin
When it comes to smokin, man i'm never playin
Just steady blazin, its amazin how i'm hazin
They never perpetrate and with the highs i'm elevating
And always skating when i get a board
When i bust an ollie my earphones (??)
And then i pick it up, and then i smoke it up
And then i smoke it to the head until i'm lifted up
No i cant deny chinese eyed until the day that i die
I take rips, so bitch what's your trip?

I need another sip, i need another sip
What's your trip?
I need another sip, i need another sip
What's your trip?
Some people like to lick it,
Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it
Some like to think with a drink in their hand
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend

You wanna know my trip?
We wanna know your trip
You wanna take a lick?
You wanna take a lick
You wanna take a rip of my trip heres a sin
Sip (sip) of some gin now give me your tip.
On point, i need a joint when i'm drinkin
Yes i'm seekin for a 40 to get my buzz peakin
Now i'm leakin all over my (self?)
What you wanna do, get another 502?
You should have eaten some food
Instead of drinkin on an empty stomach
Just don't talk cause my buzz is gettin kinda chronic
Bionic, here comes another stage,(?)
Well this is why i say not to drink while you rage
Head spins, what the fucks goin on?
Head spins, you need to stick to your bong
Well no face first, x clenching on the dirt slang
My head starts spinning (i'm about to fall in to the earth?)
My mouth starts to water, x says "puke it out"
Fuck that shit, man that ain't what i'm about
(?????????)
Pass the malt liquor, gimme another beer
Yo yeah man that's my mother fuckin dog
Saint dog

Some people like to lick it,
Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it
Some like to think with a drink in their hand,
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend.

Watch it, watch it, watch it
Dog boy here, and i'm singing with the kings
Cool and (delayed?)
Sing it, comin' comin'

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say i made it till i'm pissin' off the top
O.c. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
Haters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

Mc'in is the place for me to be in,
And nut-swinging is the way that i be g'in
Never leanin' to the old, for the lyrical hold,
Keep my shit bold, more (??) i (stole?)
Fuck parol when i stroll, man i dodge five-0
I dip-dive, fuck a bribe, live to rock the show and the ho
Skip the blow, gimme the 40, yo
I like a lady down to ride it like a rodeo
You see anarchy on the (??) like a (hippie?)
(???) cuz my head's a little trippy
My bud's i like 'em sticky, so pack another rip, d
High as the plains west of the mississippi

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say i made it till i'm pissin' off the top
O.c. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
Haters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop,
You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can't stop

Punk rock man, let me tell my thoughts of hoss
Hip hop freestyle, freedom of course
Ooh, my old girl mary better known as a swag-hag
Every other night she had me out buying dime bags
A dime to a twenty, to a forty, to an eighty
I switched to homegrown now i puff at bobby b's, y'all

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say i made it till i'm pissin' off the top
O.c. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop,
You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can't stop

Check your traits, you perpetrate i can't relate
Your mental mind state is far to overrate, you can't skate
Don't sit and debate, you need to skip the (??),
Ask jesus christ to clean the slate
I think it's fate, i ain't done yet so wait
Your philosophies- pale and underweight, they're out of date
One mo' thing, and then we're straight, put the fake to sleep
And then i catch you at the wake
And then we'll bake, and once again try to relate
Hopefully the good will win, you'll lose the hate
That's a close, i think we''re up to date
Wake up young chump, get a grip, checkmate

Sound boy, you should've thanked the saint
He just saved your life from a terrible thing
Sound boy, saint just put you in check,
He set you straight to save your own neck

I be getting faded, discombobulated
Never say i made it till i'm pissin' off the top
O.c. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

Oh, lord have mercy. lord have mercy
Singing with the kings up on the record version
Eh rude boy, i say you party nonstop,
You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
And that them can't stop
Shucka shucka to all the rude boys,
Shucka shucka to suburban noize
Coming in unity, like one big family,
Every (??) gonna make you feel so irie
It's dog boy, you know me chat nonstop,
Seeking the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
It's dog boy, kickin down your shit
From your microphone, ear, to your consolate
Like the black flag son we're gonna rise above,
Every time we're coming with respect and love
I am the one dog-boy from l.a., ca
In the name of unity i (??) must say
From london, to kingston, from the south bay,
All me out to do is flash my stylee
Now i am a-comin' and i'm (??), little sound boy with no solution
Check the (bag?), with just one flow
You may find you don't need a ego
It's dog boy, you know me chat nonstop
With the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops, music is our weapon
And that them can't stop

Oh shit God damn, I almost hit that little punk rock kid.
Oh shit, ah damn, well what's happenin here? Damn helicopters
And all I saw was some little skater kid
Come runnin by with a test tube, one of them glass ones.
Oh man, I'll check the news
And find out what the hell's happenin here. "Hola como estas?"
Fuckin commercials, damn yeah,
"This is Victoria Secretion reporting live from Orange County California,"
No shit, "where just moments ago, Officer Jack Mehoff and our
chopper in the sky Spotted rapper D-Loc, member of the infamous
Kottonmouth Kommittee,
Skating east bound on Yorba Linda Blvd.
DLoc has been at large and is wanted by press, parents, and
authorities
For being a nusiance to society. Approach with caution,
DLoc could be under the influence of a mind altering substance."

Its me and my skate, skate
In this world of hate and confusion
I sweat all day to create an illusion
Or a fantasy yeah that's what you call it
You can be a bong tokin alcoholic
Well this came true so I grip the mic tightly
And when I'm rocking the stage my skates besides me
After the show you'll catch skating in the parking lot
Bustin grinds and flips, my board is all I got
To escape the realness of reality
I smoke a joint so I can cope with this insanity
They say sobriety's the answer to society
I say its anarchy but they ain't understanding me
I say it twice but they just can't relate
I guess its fate, my boards my mate
Just, just me and my skate

"In other breaking news, reputed rapper Saint,
also from the Kottonmouth Kommitte, was caught by survalence
camera
At JJ's Liqour in the city of Orange
Making off with 2 cases of beer, 1 pint of booze, and a carton of
cigarettes.
The unemployed rapper has outstanding charges of drunken
rowdyness,
Insighting riots, and abusive behavior, Saint was last spotted on
Beach Blvd, jumping from a moving vehicle under the influence of
alcohol."

Now I just got off the phone with Big Hoss up in prison.
Thank God for freedom hook the bitches with my jism
Name is brought up in many girlies' conversations
But it gets complicated with the situations you be facin
My name is Saint, the one the girlies flock fool.
So don't get mad when your lady starts to jock me fool.
like a beer like marijuana.
She said "Hi Saint my name's Luana."
Lou wanna wanna wanna take me home?
Lou wanna wanna wanna lay and bone?
But I get aggravated, mentally frustrated
When I act like cuz your boyfriend player hated.
Left jab, right hook, then I knocked him out,
I hate player haters so I pissed in his mouth.

"Apparently local officials have turned the Kottonmouth Kommitte
case over to the Federal Bureau of Investigations.
The elusive Orange County rappers, under the direction of Pimp
Daddy X are sought in connection with a number of charges
Ranging from obsenity, influencing the minds of minors, fake
ID's, lude and crude behavior, and demoralizing society.
Right wing, religious zealots have apparently threatened to
Quote 'Crucify those young punks.' "

Yo I got a scam for this, you know I got a scam for that
The Daddy's friends are good but still I watch my back
I like to vibe, write a rhyme to a funky phat track
I got the scam to get the green to scam for a fat sack
Too many vices and insane extremities
I got no good solutions, so no quick remedies
Don't wanna slave my life working at a 9 to 5
Fuck flippin burgers don't wanna drop no fries
Don't wanna move boxes, move shit or sit behind a desk
Just wanna get upon a mic and let my skills start to flex
Addicted to the homegrown, fly girls and
I'm not a loser look at you, don't wanna be left alone
Addicted to the nicotine, a full time toker
All the more confused with mi vida loca
Late night toker, indo smokers
Hey hey daddy x, daddy x, daddy x, daddy x
Let your skills flex
Hey hey daddy x daddy x
hey daddy x, put those fools in check
Live while you live you gotta live your life while you're here
Time is all I got I wanna smoke the kind and guzzle beer
Fear of life at times yes but I ain't got no time for that
I gotta kick it chill got to kick it to the max
So when you see daddy x in your vicinity
Pass the pipe, pass the j, say "what's up?"
I'm out, peace
Me (me) me and my skate, my skate, my skate, my skate
My mate my skate
Me (me) me and my skate, my skate
My skate my mate in this world of hate

"After an all out man hunt by local and federal officials,
The Kottonmouth Kommittee still remains at large,
Last spotted fleeing southbound on Interstate 5
In a drop top Volkswagen bug, believed to be stolen from
A trailer park complex earlier today.
The young vandals are disturbing the peace, and reportedly riding
high.
That's our local news for now, we'll update you on the situation as it happens.
I'm Victoria Secretion for KBUD, 420 on your dial, now back to you, Bob."

It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby B
Attention young ladies, attention young ladies
Man homeboy's over here in the garage with 4 1000's
Powder nutrients growing in the dirt
Takin' 4 and a half months not even getting a full peak
Ya know, ya know, ya know.
In a room the size of a telephone booth
Using liquid nutrients, (buds swell rock, wool?)
One 1000 watt high pressure sodium
(kevorki?) buds the size of a fuckin' Volkswagen,
Ya know what I'm talkin' about, you do the math motherfucker.
What's up smokers?
Another suburban noize joint for you to pull on
Stoners Reeking Havoc

I'ma get you so high, I'ma make that ass fly.
Hit the bong, stand by
I'ma get you so high

Back up off me, I need room to puff
Fuck Babylon, man I can't get enough
I smoke, so I like it going down
We're all getting lifted cuz I just stole a pound
Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin
Fuck that shit, I'm hittin till my mind's jelly
And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's
To play some pool and that's with a couple friends

Grab 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 7 hits off that bud called kind
Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin
Here I go again, man, my mind's boggling

I'ma get you so high, mind boggling
I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling
Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling
I'ma get you so high

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
(?) that shit is how I was smoking
Fuck this schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin
Splif 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 hits so I said 'that's swell'
Pass a tweak to the left, party busters set in
I need some fresh air cuz I'm high off that in
Walked towards the door but man 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 fogging
Here I go again, yo my mind's boggling

I'ma get you so high, mind boggling
I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling
Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling
I'ma get you so high

Here I go getting deeper into my mind again
Thinking bout good times, smoking kind again
By myself so you say, am I a stoner or a loner
Man I can't cope with this lil hell 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' ya'll, 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 and it take me to another level
To escape the pain and all my life's trouble
Close my eyes, pray take the pain away
Ask the lord should I live to see another day
Rob Harris died, I guess this is one of life's little tests
...take a bullet to the chest
(Money can't buy me my?) first real true love,
died at 23, now she's waitin for me up above
Get the pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin
Here I go again motherfucker my mind's boggling

Some people like to lick it
Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it.
Some like to think with a drink their hand
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend
I need another lick, I need another lick
what's your trip?
I need another lick, I need another lick
what's your trip?

As I flow let the shit seep deep into your ear drums
Alien fly ass rhymes as you hear them
Peep this sound it's from the darkest side of the planet
A little tab of paper and I'll walk the planet
It's about to happen in the next few hours,
I've entered a world with billions of flowers
Pixies all dancing all around my head
Chillin' to the melodies of the Grateful Dead
The walls get wavy and melt like gravy
I ask myself is there something here to save me?
Oh, oh, oh shit what the fuck have I done?
A little tab of paper that I put on my tongue.
Now the demons are coming from above and beyond
(??) stabbing at my face with their (??)
I ask myself is it worth it to lick?
I guess I'm undecided
So fool what's your trip?

I need another rip, I need another rip
What's your trip?
I need another rip, I need another rip
What's your trip?
Some people like to lick it
Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it
Some like to think with a drink in their hand
It all depends on that ends that you're willing to spend

Do I lick or do I sip?
None of the above cause I just take rips
From a pipe, sometimes a bong
Cause it feels damn good when it lingers in my lungs
I'm a ganja man, I like a J in my hand
At all times burning so my high never lands
I'ma get you soooo high, that's what 'I'm sayin
When it comes to smokin, man I'm never playin
Just steady blazin, its amazin how I'm hazin
They never perpetrate and with the highs I'm elevating
And always skating when I get a board
When I bust an ollie my earphones (??)
And then I pick it up, and then I smoke it up
And then I smoke it to the head until I'm lifted up
No I cant deny Chinese eyed until the day that I die
I take rips, so bitch what's your trip?

I need another sip, I need another sip
What's your trip?
I need another sip, I need another sip
What's your trip?
Some people like to lick it,
Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it
Some like to think with a drink in their hand
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend

You wanna know my trip?
We wanna know your trip
You wanna take a lick?
You wanna take a lick
you wanna take a rip of my trip heres a sin
Sip (sip) of some gin now give me your tip.
On point, I need a joint when I'm drinkin
Yes I'm seekin for a 40 to get my buzz peakin
Now I'm leakin all over my (self?)
What you wanna do, get another 502?
You should have eaten some food
Instead of drinkin on an empty stomach
Just don't talk cause my buzz is gettin kinda chronic
Bionic, here comes another stage,(?)
Well this is why I say not to drink while you rage
Head spins, what the fucks goin on?
Head spins, you need to stick to your bong
Well no face first, X clenching on the dirt slang
My head starts spinning (I'm about to fall in to the earth?)
My mouth starts to water, X says "Puke it out"
Fuck that shit, man that ain't what I'm about
(?????????)
Pass the malt liquor, gimme another beer
Yo yeah man that's my mother fuckin dog
SAINT DOG

Some people like to lick it,
Others crack a sack blaze it up and kick it
Some like to think with a drink in their hand,
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend.

Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems

The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and 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 long for things things to fall apart
Because the system that he bought aint got no heart
From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes
The American dream was a pack of lies
6 months later Municipal court
Divorce time baby, child support
I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners
No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner
There's no cash back cause there was no receipt
Man suburban life aint done a dime for me

Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me

Gave 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 selling herbs on the burbs,
On every street
No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be?
White minority!

Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and 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 beaten 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 telephone rings
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 aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me

Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems
Fuck the system