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    Kottonmouth Kings

    Psychedelic Funk

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Текст песни Psychedelic Funk
    Текст песни Psychedelic Funk
    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, shwag, or skunk
    Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk
    Shit its a damn good day, got money in the bank,
    Gas 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 (punk rock)
    And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt (punk rock)
    My minds always trippin so you know I can not front (punk rock)
    We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk (punk rock)
    Puffin on a blunt (punk rock), indo, shwag, or skunk (punk rock)
    Southern Cali punks (punk rock) kickin psychedelic funk (punk rock)
    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 skool 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 skool 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
    (Boyaka Boyaka?) hemp plantation
    (Boyaka Boyaka?), free this nation
    Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front (punk rock)
    And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt (punk rock)
    My minds always trippin so you know I can not front (punk rock)
    We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk (punk rock)
    Puffin on a blunt (punk rock), indo, shwag, or skunk (punk rock)
    Southern Cali punks (punk rock) kickin psychedelic funk (punk rock)
    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 ya
    Kottonmouth Kings up in the picture
    Suburban Noize, 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 (punk rock)
    And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt (punk rock)
    My minds always trippin so you know I can not front (punk rock)
    We're the Kottonmouth Kings, we're kickin psychedelic funk (punk rock)
    Puffin on a blunt (punk rock), indo, shwag, or skunk (punk rock)
    Southern Cali punks (punk rock) kickin psychedelic funk (punk rock)
    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
    Boyaka boyaka, 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!!!!
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