Magic mushrooms extacy, cannibus, ludes, and GHB uppers –n- downers and THC blues and vics and acid on sheets
Hey yo Loc
What's up Johnny Richter?
I still sport the same frame, I just changed the big picture
Now Im'a sit your ass down right in the front row
To let you know how we smoke at a Kottonmouth Kings Show
You know we do it, did it, doin it again
I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin
A big sack of the chronic, cause you know I'm always on it
Steady smokin out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it
And get a refund check, I bet you sell your mamma's drawls
You keep bouncin like my balls off the walls just because
You want a piece of what I got plus a sack of my pot
Think you're really gonna get it, thought wrong, I think not
We pulled up at Four Twenty in the old rotation
Rolled up on the homies, like what you blazin
They said some purple kush
That they got from Riverside
But I knew they was fakin, the shit barely got me high
Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just
All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what
They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange
To me
Hey yo Loc
What's up Johnny Richter?
I still sport the same frame, I just changed the big picture
Now Im'a sit your ass down right in the front row
To let you know how we smoke at a Kottonmouth Kings Show
You know we do it, did it, doin it again
I need at least ten tokes for my day to begin
A big sack of the chronic, cause you know I'm always on it
Steady smokin out the glass, got the plastic go and pawn it
And get a refund check, I bet you sell your mamma's drawls
You keep bouncin like my balls off the walls just because
You want a piece of what I got plus a sack of my pot
Think you're really gonna get it, thought wrong, I think not
We pulled up at Four Twenty in the old rotation
Rolled up on the homies, like what you blazin
They said some purple kush
That they got from Riverside
But I knew they was fakin, the shit barely got me high
Everything looks the same- but everything feels so differently- and I don't know if its just
All in my head or if I'm losin my sanity- My smokin my drinkin is foggin my thinkin that's what
They all keep tellin me- and faces-n-places keep changin erasin and everything feels so strange
To me
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