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Creep creep. i&#39;m the creep. the creep.
for the kind bud, oc latenight.
rollin&#39; in the v-dub.
sick of scrapin&#39; resin so i&#39;m lookin&#39; fo&#39; a sack.
all i&#39;ve learned, i&#39;ll head for burn.
bso&#39;s got my back.
right on. right on, brother.
blaze on. better rip that shit rip it
yea, this is that 1605 shit.
the real huntington beach, backyard fuckin&#39; garage style
Bump bump-bump that&#39;s the sound to the 15&#39;s while they hittin&#39; in my trunk
said bump bump-bump we&#39;re the kottonmouth kings and we don&#39;t give a fuck
Well i&#39;m that pig that the bitches talk about.
saint&#39;s what they shout &quot;you got all the clout&quot;
a day in the life of a kottonmouth king.
1605 fool pass me the bing.
now the stereo was off. i sway, push play.
you hear humble gods from a mile away.
all the heads are bobbin&#39; &#39;cos the bass is bumpin&#39;, d-loc is mumblin&#39; &quot;i got a lil somethin&#39;&quot;
now they pass me a hornet and i took a sip.
sparked up a bowl and i tool a rip trip.
came to a halt at an intersection.
turned up the music at my discretion.
d-loc in the back says &quot;what do i see
a jeep fulla freeks just starin&#39; at me&quot;
d-loc was right, they were in a range rover.
looked over my should. i pulled them all over.
they got out the car and stepped to my side.
i said &quot;hello, ladies let&#39;s take a ride
i&#39;m saint dog, that&#39;s d-loc the man.
daddy x is the one that&#39;s drivin&#39; the van.
so climb on in and don&#39;t be shy.
we gonna close the doors and let the games be fly.
once again, i said it. my name&#39;s st.
it&#39;s just another day of a ;
C&#39;mon c&#39;mon
bump bump-bump that&#39;s the sound to the 15&#39;s while they hittin&#39; in my trunk
said bump bump-bump we&#39;re the kottonmouth kings and we don&#39;t give a fuck
bump bump-bump that&#39;s the sound to the 15&#39;s while they hittin&#39; in my trunk
said bump bump-bump we&#39;re the kottonmouth kings and we don&#39;t give a fuck
&quot;saint dog put it down for suburban pride&quot;
I was livin&#39; my life on the 9 to 5.
up early in the mornin&#39; tryin&#39; to survive.
a chump change, it&#39;s a shame with no education.
no inspiration, no destination.
but now my occupation is to do what i like.
keep the crowd movin&#39; and rock the mic.
&#39;cos if i don&#39;t rock it then another sucker will.
and if ya don&#39;t jock it then i can&#39;t pay the bills.
a trip daddyx threw me out on stage.
said &quot;saint represent for the ;
same damn year my face is up in rays.
got that ring in my nose labelled 16 guage.
Nah st. dog i hunt ducks with a 12 guage.
and when i&#39;m on the stage, yes, i get get real blazed.
get me on the court, my skills will put in you in amaze.
t-t-t-tikkitatwine all day
C&#39;mon c&#39;mon
bump bump-bump that&#39;s the sound to the 15&#39;s while they hittin&#39; in my trunk
said bump bump-bump we&#39;re the kottonmouth kings and we don&#39;t give a fuck
bump bump-bump that&#39;s the sound to the 15&#39;s while they hittin&#39; in my trunk
said bump bump-bump we&#39;re the kottonmouth kings and we don&#39;t give a fuck
bump bump-bump that&#39;s the sound to the 15&#39;s while they hittin&#39; in my trunk
bump bump-bump
D-loc&#39;s on the pipe, rip-rip&#39;s it up
It&#39;s the unpolitical, psychoanalytical.
undefeated champ that&#39;ll stick ya foo&#39;.
my style is crazy, not wooka-wakka lazy.
if you chill with me i&#39;ll be sure to blaze thee.
plant you in the ground, let you trip like a daisy.
that shit&#39;s in my system, makes my life kinda hazy.
my momma, my poppa. i think i should tell them.
the j&#39;s got my head. it fucked up my cerebellum.
it&#39;s about time to computer your math.
&#39;cos my beats keep bumpin&#39; like a seismograph.
see, i tripped before, but never like this.
straight to my mind, but my brain is all bliss.
i won&#39;t fake the funk when i&#39;m smokin&#39; on the skunk.
that 40 bowl evil make my pink eye drunk.
and like mickey mantle, i can switch my stance.
i&#39;m a supercharged baller that&#39;s electricly enhanced
my flows are silky soft like i&#39;m writin&#39; in a lotion
i&#39;m a lyricicst, ah, poetry in motion
to each side to each side i cause a commotion
cops smell my money, takin&#39; off with my portion
farewell to all and to all a good night.
i&#39;ll leave you these words to crit out all night
Whawhat wait? you said crit? that shit&#39;ll fuck you up get off the crit and rock the bump
C&#39;mon
bump bump-bump that&#39;s the sound to the 15&#39;s while they hittin&#39; in my trunk
said bump bump-bump we&#39;re the kottonmouth kings and we don&#39;t give a fuck
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