Testi musica canzoni

Life ain't what it seems
It aint no fucking dream
So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's clean

When I drink booze put a crown on my royal
Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of foil
Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil
Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil
Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya"
Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to spend
Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!"
I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend
Judicial system got me wishing I was president
I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant
I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence
Shit, every other night I'm getting hella bent
I roll my skate to relate to this society
No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too"
No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke"
I guess that's why they call me crazy D-Loc

Life ain't what it seems
It ain't no fucking dream
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean

When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil
Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil
Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil
Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil
Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!"
Buds lookin' slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"
My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!"
Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend?

Placentia City got me witty on this way of life
I blast a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my knife
There's a zone in my dome called the twilight
I'm down for my krown each and every night
Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my flow -acapo