歌手:Kottonmouth Kings
专辑:《Kottonmouth Kings》

Lights off, **** comin' at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth
Kings and
Cypress Hill
You know southern
California be home of the highest
Between the
Hill and Kottonmouth, we smoking nothing but the finest
The **** incredible, we unstoppable teams
We down with
Cypress like how essays be down with 13’s
Never punk rice 'cuz they simply below us
Don’t mess around with street vendors, strictly go to the growers
And everybody who know us, we get outta space high
Be like, bye bitty, bye biddy, biddy, bye, bye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown, riding sundown
Slide us out the front,
I'll get you high, won’t come down
Catch a contact, homie, watch as
I take hits
Show me who you know that take ***** vap hits
Everybody grows, let me know if you need some
Tell me what you want, you can call
Dr. Green thumb
Put the blunt down if
I'm wrong, well, homie, then
I'm stoned
That’s what happens when you hit the ****in' bong well
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now
Ya’ll motha******s, know the deal
It's Kottonmouth
Kings and
Cypress Hill
Gotta sip that bud, ya’ll know what's up
It's D double dash, don’t give a ****
Got a kush wrapped up and
I gotta kill
Don’t act tough or you will get real
Nickel bags don’t, be slick
I'm feelin' kinda good,
I got an itch
It's time for your mind
Here I go with my rhyme
I'm gonna get him from the front
You can get him from behind
Sen Dog gonna be real
Puttin' it down for tha krown
Got the people shook up
Off the smoke from the pounds
Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell
Maybe we can lace another load, make the song sell
Let me roll this hash leaf kush in the middle, son
If you never puttin' then we rollin' you a little one
Dude, put the brownie down, you ****in' light weight
We smoking after 21, just searchin' for the right date
High, [unverified] get you hammered in a second, son
Take a ****in' hit and get in line for the second one
Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down
Put the, put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe down
Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down
Put your, put your, put your bong down put the bong down
Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down
Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down
Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down
And listen up now
So now you know, you better stop
All you busts, better hit the back door
We ain't frontin', that’s what it's all about
Somebody put this gun up in his mouth
Welcome to the
West Coast, where the real tokers stay
They should rename this the
Cannabis State(Cannabis State)
We can't relate if you ain't from the area
We got the one hitter quitter that’ll bury ya
It gets scarier when clones cross polonaise
Hydro, criptnotic, super sonic, madocnize
You wake up and you still feelin' groggy, yeah
Heads foggy like cereal that’s soggy, yeah
You pack a bowl, but you can't find your lighter still[Unverified] somebody call
Cypress Hill
Sen Dog, you got some fire for a brother, man?"I got some fire but your lighter’s still up in your hand”Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe downPut the, put the, put the pipe down, put the pipe downPut your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong downPut your, put your, put your bong down put the bong downPut the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt downPut the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt downPut the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt downAnd listen up nowHit ‘em with a sick ****, just like the misfitsKottonmouth and Cypress Hill, always kick the **** shitDown with Daddy X, D-Loc and Johnny RichterSouthern Cali most high, do ya get the picture?We don’t stop, we just keep on thumping[Unverified] home boy ain't lackin' nothingFrom the streets of [unverified] all the way to the O.C.Any way around the world we smoke the **** ****We got what it takes, cush, bud, hash, cakesSmoke filled room when the hits take placeI becoming mad, stoned on the phone with Tommy ChongBeatin' on my chest, mad dog, King KongHere's another verse from the dirt that came firstWe comin' at ya hard from the ghetto to the surfI be putting in work, so just stay up off my turfOr I'll have your homeboys straight callin' for a hurstPut the blunt down and listen up now