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, 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 smI'm coming home - I'm on my way
Sweet taste and nothing more to say
High octane fuel - that's all I need
Inhale , then breath
I got nothing up my sleeve
But now I'm back would you believe
Dissatisfied - lay of my past
I have some dreams but they are fading kind of fast
Oh happy days - where do you hide
I'm getting closer to the edge of my own pride
I made mistakes but i wont pay
Read my lips there is nothing more to say
I'm coming home
I've been away for far to long
I'm coming home
To the place where I belong
Don't leave loose ends don't even try
I laugh the day away my enemies will cry
I'm coming home I'm on my way
Sweet taste and nothing more to say
I made mistakes , but i wont pay
Read my lips there is nothing more to say