Songtext:
This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creation, Magnetfolien Bonn 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!
