Face Facts lyrics

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Send "Face Facts" Ringtone to your Cell Figured out long time ago Nothing`s as it seems don`t you know Go underground if you want the scoop Cuz the population`s out the loop You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams D-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub van, X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him `What`s the plan?` He took a hit, blew out his rip And said, `Let`s plant the land` Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethin Don`t hate me because I got the country buzzin Leave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpin On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion My real name`s Dustin, I spit these customs AKA D-Loc, E-Loc`s little cousin Don`t be mad, be glad, tell your dad Cuz I be spittin` rhymes you never knew I even had (??) (into the store?), double parked and got a ticket By a midget on a pony, I called him shorty He started twitchin, fingers clickin While he`s bitchin, and I snapped I had a vision, I was leading in the useless race I had the pole position, no but kiddin` And I didn`t make that mess up in your kitchen I was dishin` out some sacks, and me and Loc, well we were fishin I keep wishin` that you`d ease on up and quit it with your trippin Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippin Let`s face facts, chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat And we kick back, pimp caddilacs Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks Think you can out smoke me, well I`m calling you a liar Cuz my bowl, I set it on fire I`m on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each No leaves, they`re clipped clean But the few they hit the bing Then my phone rings, my boy askin what he need to bring I said some coligreen, some kale, some pot, and some ale And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh...Michelle Ah what the hell, just put out the word Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serve Graduated high school back in `95,started writin` rhymes Laid low, I`m hard to find A kid like me, no less, I`m kinda fresh Discovered the weed, took a hit and got blessed I`m not the best, just flexed on the next Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed I`ll give it all I got, put the game to a test Keep writin` rhymes and forget about the rest Let`s face facts, chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat And we kick back, pimp caddilacs Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks Ooh damn, there he goes again Throwin` his cigarettes out the window Blowin` fog with logs, sticky indo You know it comes a dime a dozen Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cut and Woo, I think I`ll pass on the brew And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew, The big bad ass, you know who Well, I really can`t tell if there`s a difference anymore Goin` up or goin` down, where`s the elevator door? Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor Black Flag`s in my speakers blarin` `Gimme some more` Nowadays I stay blazed, a hundred ways, my brain`s crazed Gone like those punk days, I`m stackin` chips like Frito, Lays I`ve been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills Funny looking pills, million dollar deals Three day orgys in the Hollywood Hills, for real I don`t be speakin` no myths, raised on punk rock riffs Smokin` spliffs by the cliffs And you and your crew`s talking about `What if...?``s Let`s face facts, chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat And we kick back, pimp caddilacs Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks All this talk of gettin` blazed, reminds me of reggae Sundays Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must Burnin` spliffs to tell (??), hittin` little Jamaica`s rockin record shops (??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones, (??) All this talk of gettin` blazed, reminds me of punk rock ways Babylon could never rock our boat, all I need (??) That`s what`s really goin` on, life`s too short to be a victim If you don`t like what you got, respond When time has come to make a move, down to you to come up and prove It`s time to make a change, so chose Let`s face facts, chips get stacked Unsystematically our pockets get fat And we kick back, pimp caddilacs Smoke off pounds, flip dime sacks Ganja business controls America Send " Face Facts" Ringtone to your Cell Face Facts lyrics @ ELyrics | Face Facts lyrics @ Kovideo | Kottonmouth Kings Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Face Facts lyrics @ Songlyrics | Face Facts lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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