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KOTTONMOUTH KINGS Life Ain T What It Seems Lyrics
Life aint 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 outta 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 aint got a dime to spend!
Big Hoss is in the pen, 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, 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 aint what it seems, it aint 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 (ride?) 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 crown each and every night
Well I keep my tolerance, stay inside my flow
Make ya say `damn bro I got to go to a show`
Life aint what it seems, it aint a dream and I aint playing.
But I`m Saint Vicious and Daddy X is saying
Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.
Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal
Government lies yo they make my water boil.
R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil.
Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal.
No money for the skate no change for the tax
Went surfin with no keefe but forgot the sex wax.
Have a purple friend to help ya to relax.
A one foot glass called the paramax.
Now afternoon to you is my morning
I wake up hit the roach and then I`m snoring
Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT`s
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I`m soarin`
I pertains an ill congested vibe
Makes ladies strive for my bozak
Addicted like prozac. You know that I track em like Lojak.
I`m slicker and quicker, I`ll stick ya like Kojak.
I`m alone upon this rhyme that I`ve created.
This rhyme that I`ve inflated, wont trade it so gimme my space.
Government controls so they hated
Our life, it has been jaded and faded
We`re getting erased.
Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.
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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 outta 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 aint got a dime to spend!
Big Hoss is in the pen, 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, 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 aint what it seems, it aint 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 (ride?) 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 crown each and every night
Well I keep my tolerance, stay inside my flow
Make ya say `damn bro I got to go to a show`
Life aint what it seems, it aint a dream and I aint playing.
But I`m Saint Vicious and Daddy X is saying
Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.
Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal
Government lies yo they make my water boil.
R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil.
Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal.
No money for the skate no change for the tax
Went surfin with no keefe but forgot the sex wax.
Have a purple friend to help ya to relax.
A one foot glass called the paramax.
Now afternoon to you is my morning
I wake up hit the roach and then I`m snoring
Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT`s
Like DJ Rob Harris kid I`m soarin`
I pertains an ill congested vibe
Makes ladies strive for my bozak
Addicted like prozac. You know that I track em like Lojak.
I`m slicker and quicker, I`ll stick ya like Kojak.
I`m alone upon this rhyme that I`ve created.
This rhyme that I`ve inflated, wont trade it so gimme my space.
Government controls so they hated
Our life, it has been jaded and faded
We`re getting erased.
Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream.
So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.
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