Testi musica canzoni

Creep creep, I'm on the creep creep for the kind bud
O.C. late night, rollin' in the V-Dub
Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' for a sackAll I learn, I'll head for burn
BSO's got my backBetter rip that shit, rip itYeah, this is that 1605 shit
The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' garage styleBump, Bump, Bump
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck
Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk about
Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout
A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King1605... (fool pass me the bing)
Now the stereo is off, I sway, push playYou hear Humble Gods from a mile away
All the heads are bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin'
D-Loc is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin)
Well then he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip
Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, tripCame to a halt at an intersection
Turned up the music at my discretionD-Loc in the back saying, "What do I see?
A jeep full of freaks just staring at me."
D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover
Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over
They got out of the car and stepped to my side
I said "Hello ladies let's take a ride"I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man
Daddy X is the one that's driving the vanSo climb on in and don't be shy
We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly
Once again I said it my name's S-TIt's just another day of a P-T-B
Bump, Bump, BumpThat's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck
Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride...
And I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5Up early in the morning trying to survive
A chump change, it's a shame with no educationNo inspiration, no destination
But now my occupation is to do what I likeKeep the crowd moving and rock the mic
Cuz if I don't rock it then another sucker will
And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill
Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage (Hey!)Said Saint represent for the under age
Same damn year, my face is up in raysGot that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge
Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge
And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed
Get me on the court my skills will put you in amazeT-T-T-Tickin a twine all day
Bump, Bump, Bump,That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck
Said Bump, Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck
Said Bump, Bump, Bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said Bump, Bump, Bump...D-Loc's on the pipe rip rip's it up!
It's the unpolitical, psychoanalyticalUndefeated champ that will stick you fool
My style is crazy not wooka waaka lazy
If you chill with me I'll be sure to... (blaze thee)
Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy
That shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy
My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them
The j got to my head, it fucked up my cerebellum
It's about time to compute your mathCuz my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph
See I've tripped before but never like this
Straight to my mind put my brain on a bliss
I won't fake the funk when I smokin' on da skunk
That 40 bowl evil get my pink eye drunk
And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance
I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced
My flows are silky soft... like I write and my lesson
And now a lyricist, poetry in motionTo each and to each I cause a commotion
Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion
Farewell to all and to all good nightI'll leave ya these ????? out all night..
Wait, Wait, Wait you said ????? that shit will suck you up
Get off the ????? and rock the bumpBump, bump, bump,
That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk
Said bump, bump, bumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!Biatch