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Creep creep, I'm on the creep creep for the kind bud
OC, late night, rollin in the V-Dub
Sick of scrapin resin so I'm lookin for a sack
All I learned, I've ever burned
BS0 got my back
Better rip that shit, rip it
Yeah, this is that 1605 shit
The real Huntington Beach backyard fucking garage style
Bump, bump, bump
That's the sounds 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
Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout
A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King
1605 fool pass me the thing
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 gotta little somethin"
Well he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip,
Sparked up a 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 saying, "What do I see?
A jeep full of freaks just staring at me."
D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover,
Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over.
They got out of 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 that's driving the van.
So climb on in and don't be shy
We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly
Once again I said it my name's ST
It's just another day of a PTB.
C'mon, c'mon!
Bump, bump, bump
That's the sounds 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!
Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride.
I've lived my life on the 9-5,
Up early in the morning trying to survive.
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 moving and rock the mic
Cuz if I don't rock it then 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,
Said Saint represent for the under age.
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
But when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed
Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze
T-T-T-Tickin a twine all day
C'mon, c'mon!

Bump, bump, bump,
That's the sounds 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!
D-Loc's on the mic rip rip shit up
It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical,
Undefeated champ that will stick you fool.
My style is crazy not wooka, waaka lazy.
If you chill with me I'll be sure to blaze thee
Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy
That shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy
My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them
The j gots my head fucked up, my cerebellum
It's about time to compute your math
Cuz my beats keep pumpin like a seismograph
See I've tripped before but never like this
Straight to my mind put my brain on a bliss
I wont fake the funk when I smokin on the 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.
From the silky soft..like I write and my lesson
And now a lyricst, poetry in motion..
To each and to each one I cause mad commotion
??? money take it all for my potion
Farewell to all and to all good night, I'm leaving these...(?)
...out all niiiiigghhhtttt.
Wait..Wait...Wait you said (?)
That shit will suck you up...the
(?..?..) that rock the bump!!!
Bump, bump, bump,
That's the sounds 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