"Love Songs"

Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau
To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs
We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs

If you think about it all the time, and you can't it off your mind,
And you'll hit it before you hit the kind (yeah right)
I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it
I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it
Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau
To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs
We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs

Now I once knew this bitch named Antoinette, body like a 'Vette
Had a pussy like a jet, and it was always wet
One night me and Loc had to put it to the test
I called her up come through 10:30
I'll bring the condoms she'll bring the herb, D
She showed up, we got straight to the point
Broke out the herb and we rolled a couple joints, then we all start blazing
Next thing ya know, 3 joint rotation
Before ya know it she was taking off her clothes
D-Loc whispered to me, its another freak show
We dog it out like her last name was rover,
We hit the butt, got up cuz it was over
And to you it might be right or wrong
But to the Kottonmouth kings its just another love song

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it
I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it
Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau
To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs
We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs

Well I once knew this bitch named Sally
Met her at a club way out in the valley
Took her to the pad and you know she was down,
To get with all 3 hoods from P-Town, then Daddy X walked in (hey now)
I was hittin from behind, I was nuttin on that chin,
Then he joined on the action
Pulled out a jimmy strapped it on and started taxing
Right then I heard a knock on the door
Bobby B and Pakelika, Can ya handle 2 more?
Now this shits getting crazy, 6 dicks flashing damn she amaze me
She musta been coked up, (why) cuz she took B Dub's 12 inches in the butt
She had dicks up in her, one in the booty, one in the coochie
Grabbing at it like it was dinner
I'm the late night creeper, fuck around I'll get you put up in a sleeper
And any other bull I'll run deeper, I even got your momma on my beeper
Bitch!

Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau
To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs
We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs

I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it
I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it
If you think about it all the time, and you can't it off your mind
And you'll hit it before you hit the kind (yeah right)
You're an orgasm addict you always gotta have it
You're an orgasm addict you always gotta have it

Sex in the morning, sex in the evening, sex almost anytime
Sex if its easy, sex if its greasy, never let it pass on by

And I won't turn down the kind with a piece of mind,
But if you ask Daddy X, it's ass before herb each and every time
Pimp Daddy's laying the track down, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
Kottonmouth Kings, Kottonmouth Kings

"Shouts Going Out"

This shout goes out to the most high,
DJ Rob Harris
Shouts going out to the next plane of reality
I know you can hear it
I know you can feel it

I'm alone, so I'm a loner
Smoke weed, so I'm a stoner
Got that ill sick vibe
That make you say bye bye bye boner
Let my pants hang, cuz it ain't no thang
I'm taggin P-Town Loc, while I'm puffin' Mary Jane

At the level C, sat out there smokin' dubs
Saint Dog hangin' deep with those rude boy thugs
On the m-i-c rippin' shit for the ill love
So pass me the J, so i can get lit
Hit.. like a daily occupation
Hit.. let's form a rotation
Hit.. now breathe it in and pass it to the left
Hit.. Kottonmouth is the Best

Shouts going out to the city where i venture
It's the city of Placentia
Living your life ain't never been better
Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plain
Living lifestyles, blazin' on the Mary Jane
Kottonmouth gonna send ya.. right back where you venture

Now green boards
Blue sky
Stress free
No try
Green bud
D dub's call it O.C. life
Family barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
No drive bys its all about drive-ins
Hittin' skins in the back of a Mercedes Benz
And you can rest assured that the herbs always pure
And the brews that we drink are for sure to make you slur
Pacific Co., Dragon Stout, Newcastle Brown Ale
Dark beer Daddy brews in the pound
O.C. is the place that we're talkin' about
So O.C. is the place where the shouts go out

Shouts going out to the city where i venture
It's the city of Placentia
Living your life ain't never been better
Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane
Kottonmouth ballers blazin' on the Mary Jane
Kottonmouth gonna send ya
Right back to Placentia

Now the shots be gettin' shot from the left to the right
Kottonmouth gonna take you on a flight
Now gettin' you up with that dub that we smoke late night
I'll be blazin' on that pipe so i can bust on the mic
Smokin' cloves, bustin' blows where i go
Saint Dog with that flow comin' out of my soul
Got that psychadelic flow with that punk rock stroll
Got the spikes in my hair, I let my pants hang low
Dog Boy, Humble Gods got my back no doubt
So to the city where you venture shows go out

Shouts going out to the city where you venture
Any city that ya been ta
Living your life ain't never been better
Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane
Living lifestyles blazin' on the Mary Jane
Kottonmouth gonna send ya
Right back to Placentia
Anywhere that you venture
Right back to Placentia

O.C., but its that Riverside in me

"Three Horny Devils"

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C.
Bass first, then comes the treble
Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two three horny devils
And if ya feelin' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya beta leave fool

I'm one of the three of the horniest devils
I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel
Just a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid
Got a 77 slant nose V-dub biatch

Well this is for the bitchez and the bitch boyz too
I'm Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth Krew
Ya sister go inside to drink a 40 oz brew
Gettin' laid in the back of a Subaru
A Subaru, I thought you knew
I did her doggy style like Scooby Doo
Now listen up ladies check it out they call me Saint
I try to be a good guy but the truth it is I ain't
See I huffs on the paint (paint)
Take rips on the dank (dank)
And if I'm at a party I might hit the nitrous tank
Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head wa was to the head
Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head
D-Loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red
Its a 9.4 on a Richter scale
I got the green farm buds and they ain't for sale,
The shit we smoke man would never fail us
For the Kottonmouth Kings to inhale, biatch

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C.
Bass first, then comes the treble
Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two three horny devils
And if ya feelin' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool

I'm gettin' drunk smokin blunts like these white boys should
They call me crazy crack straight peckerwood
But I'm just a kid walkin' on this earth
And yes I rock the microphone for what its worth
And for what its worth we're all one in the same
Got a little horny devil that controls my brain
Hey hey hey got a bowl, get a light
I beat in the mic some ask for the night
Saint diggy-Dog takin' on oncomers
Winter, spring, and summer I'm burnin' through the rubbers
Burnin' through the rubbers and strippers man
Bet I'll hit more skin than you can
When your high goes flat Pakelika's got the best
Fix you up fill you up with the fat green snacks
Phillies always roll like a wrestlin match
So light it up, go to sleep, Kottonmouth on the creep
Horny devils always huntin always rollin' 3-Deep
Three horny devils (three horny devils)

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C., three horny devils
Three horny devils on the late night creep,three horny devils

I'm D-Loco, I sip pot cocoa
I wont fuck a girl if the bitch is a broke ho
I'm Saint Doggy drinkin's my hobby,
I'll split yo lip if yo ass gets foggy
I'm X Daddy betcha I have these fine young fillies in my '62 Caddy
Three horny devils psychotic rebels
Rollin' 3-Deep bitch, so turn up yo treble
I was born and bred to rip this (?)
Takin' 7 bong loads to the mother fuckin head
I'm a late night crawler, P-Town Baller,
Creepin' up on ya like a creepy crawler
haha

One, two three horny devils
Bass first, then comes the treble
O.C. hittin new levels

I'm D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin', phillie blunt rollin',
My bug ain't stolen naw, kinda, not really just some of the parts
Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box
Man I touch a brew but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach
Just to get lit and do another show ya hear bump, bump all night long
I said bump, bump but that's another song and that's another track
So bring it back to the facts of the subject
Fuck it lets fish bowl this bucket
Lets fish bowl this bucket, yea lets fish bowl this bucket

"Freaks Of The Industry"

Yeah, Suburban Noize, those Kottonmouth Kings
Freaks come out at night, the freaks come out...

Well... We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

Now they say that first do it means do it, time to freak, Saint Dog gets to it
Not a heavy weight, but I'll go twelve rounds with a jab of the stick
I'm going lick for lick, so give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man
Just relax, and I won't front like arena, I mean to get the cream of the crop
And I'll be taking it slow, never missing a spot, yes caress your back n chest
You're kissing on my nose ring, I'll whisper in your ear
Saint Dog Kottonmouth King, Oh big ST that's what you'll be screaming and creaming
But its not a wet dream its the real, the freaky dog, dog nasty,
Never letting a kitty cat get past me, without picking it up, petting it
Teasing it, taking 3 home and pleasing it

We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings
The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

Say you're G-in, nobody else is seeing
And the freak that your with's in front of you, bending over naked
As she's leaning on the dresser, boo-yeah, you're looking at her from the rear
She looks just like Rebecca, not Rebecca with the singing career
But the X rated video queen, ya know what I mean?
All right here's the scene, you're lying on your back
With your head on the edge of the bed
The booty's 2 feet from your head, should you
A. take the time to find a condom, B. walk right over and you pound em
C. tell her that you want her love, well the answer is D. all of the above
So you're freakin, the furniture's squeakin, she's tweaking,
Saying that she's weak in the knees, cheek for cheek, and pound for pound
I'm taxing it and waxing it and working it around
Till the booty starts making that clapping sound
Which is cool but your friends are chillin in the other room
The clap is getting louder, you don't want them to clown you
In this situation, what do you do?
A. plainly simply back up off her
B. you hit it just a little bit softer
C. you take it out and put it in her butt
Well this for Daddy X yo, yo listen up
I put a towel on the floor by the 2 inch gap under the door
And now ya can't see me anymore, to the lock to the top,
But they can't listen, there'll be no barging in, there'll be no dissin
Get back to the mission, broke out the whip cream and the cherry
I go through all the 5 positions, my head under her leg under my arm under her toe
She says I like it when you scream, Daddy let yourself go,
I hit it, slid it, lick it, quit it, after the ride I put my clothes on I walk outside,
And before anybody has a chance to speak I say Yo I'm Daddy X
I guess I'm just a freak

We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth kings
The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G

"Nightlife"

Night life, hey girlie don't ya frown
That's right, Saint's parents are outta town
Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right
That's right, cuz kottonmouths in the house tonight

Well I'm sittin at Saint's, gettin' ready for the party
Sippin' on a tall cat (?), callin' up the hotties
come over here and get a rip of this dank
I love the lovely herb so i loaded the thang (the lord i do thank?)
The stereos bumpin' got some freaks on the way
Man i need another tall one to get in my sway
The freaks show up we're gonna look like no other
Hey dude watch out she's got a big ass brother
No need to worry, don't even stress
Look at honey over yonder in the tight black dress
Damn you ain't lying no need for dissention
Now check out my skillz as I get her attention

Hey shorty, hey shorty, hey shorty
Girl don't act like you don't know me

Night life, hey girlie don't ya frown
That's right, Saint's parents are outta town
Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right
That's right, cuz kottonmouths in the house tonight

We forgot our box of smokes so off we went
Are you alright to drive? Nah bitch i'm bent
When i heard that man i knew it was trouble
Bitch was stompin on the brakes like hes Barney Rubble
Back to 22 (??) when we got to the liquor store
Slide on my shades as i walked through the front door
Cuz yo, i was steady blazed, i felt like i was in Jimi's purple haze
I bought a bag of chips cuz you know i got the munchies
And some ruff riders for all the freaky honeys
Hey yo, stop barkin' you're fuckin' up my high
And i got the freak with the light brown eyes
Man pussy ain't got a name on it
Every time loc's drunk he tries to put a claim on it
So if yer gonna crack man you better do it right
Cuz theirs 3 kottonmouths in the house tonight

Night life, hey ladies don't you frown
That's right, Richter's parents are out of town
Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right
Kottonmouths in the house tonight

When we got back to the party the place was packed
Look at all the hotties, I'm about to mack
Should we take the back door? No lets cruise the front
Oh yeah - and Dloc fire up that phillie blunt
Look over there, bitches straight kissin'
Tongue rings and all, what the fuck we missin?

Lesbos, the best lay in town
Lesbos, they like to play around
Lesbos, they're really freaky chicks
The only problem is they don't like to play with dicks

Now the cops just arrived and they're ringin on the bell
Everybody keep it down, i put some clothes on my self
You see here son we've had a few too many calls
There's far too much noise knockin' off these walls
You need to break it up, you're disturbin the peace
Well, I'm sorry officer, fuck the police!

Night life, yo bitches don't you frown
That's right, Daddy Richter's outta town
Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right
That's right, cuz kottonmouths in the house tonight

Night life, hey girlies don't you frown
That's right, kottonmouth is in your town
Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right
That's right, kottonmouth in the house tonight

Kottonmouth, punk rock

"Pimp Twist"

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door

What you got D-Toke?
Now what you got ST?
Teach me how to get my mack to a T
First of all, I put that pimp twist on her
Then I let her know that I'm a P-Town baller
Next thing you know, you see I get no rejection
High in charisma, smooth-ass complexion
I'm Daddy X and I come with correction
You know there's infection, so wear some protection
Ain't nobody slicker than B-Dub on the mixer
Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's down to get with her
Fool what you barkin', it must be the liquor
I'm back on your bitch so stick around like a sticker
Naw, but I'm quicker cuz I'm the D-L-O-C
All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy
I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me
I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your lady

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Yeah, yeah, pimpin ain't easy!

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door

Yo I'm Saint Dub, and known to drink some brandy
I gots the foul whistle cuz it comes in handy
I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy
But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy
Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X took her in
Massengil, Summer's Eve, then I sexed her skin
No girlfriend because they're too damn hectic
I only like the ones that are down to get naked
Well Loc knew Candy, I knew that bitch
I took her out once, made her think I'm rich
Romance, slow dance, made her feel great
And at the end of the night I worked that ass like a slave
Loc did you call her? I didn't bend a wrist
Fool, I thought you knew it's the fucking pimp twist

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Kottonmouth is the crew that the ladies miss
Yes, they down with this, and so they reminisce
About the day they were caught up in the pimp twist

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door

Now P-Town ballers is the name I claim
Been through many cities and it's all the same
I see a freak, I look in her direction
5 minutes later she'll be licking my erection
Now I'm not a cock blocker like you might suppose
Just a game I run on these mother fucking hos
Like I once knew this girl named Vanessa, I undressed her
Last December, or November. Was it September?
I'm a stoner reeking havoc, I don't remember, shit!

Hold your seat
Let me take you to another plateau
Exhilaration of your mind comes with my flow
Really though, I'll let you know I'm that boy ST
Exposing your mind to the rhymes of a P-Town baller
I'll make your girl holler my name in pain as I proceed to call her
My versatile machine on my new found lady
Hit it once and she'll be down to pay me
No babies cuz I elect to protect
From that HIV shit if my dick gets erect, so check
After I'm through, it's out the door, I thought you knew
I'm a P-Town Baller, fool I gotta tell the crew

It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist
Kottonmouth make a sweet girl turn a trick
And yes, she's down with this, and so she'll reminisce
About the days she was caught up in the pimp twist

Perpetrator? Naw, educator
Playa hata? More like a generator
Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator
Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat
The shit was hot, the pussy got got, I hit the G-spot
My other buddy ate it, his tongue got rot
But he knew what he was in for when the booze got bought
Now that's not a lot but that's food for thought
You gotta bur up if she's hot to trot
Like it or not you need to smoke more pot
And think about your problems, connect the dots

That's life, that's the way it goes
Layin' down laws and taxin' hos
Sometimes I can't take no more
Always leaving shows through the back door
With the dirty ho, through the back door
Took the little skeezy to the mo-mo
And now it's oh no about the info
Gotta keep the shit on the down low
On the down low, about the info
Gotta keep the shit on the down low

"Here We Go Again"

Each Now who say Dog Boy only come in a reggae fashion?
Hey Mon' say never judge a book by it's cover, turn the page to discover
You got the reggae on one and the punk rock ragamuffin on the other
Richter!

You know it's time to leave my house, so I slid out the door
Had this hole in my pocket so my sack hits the floor
Now this ain't nothing new I've had these jeans for years
Hopped into my bus and started banging the gears
Took it on the redline then I slapped it in two
Reached in-between my seats and I pulled out another brew
But now I'm 5-0-2, it ain't the route for me
So I grab some chicken littles from KFC

I'ma go to Mickey D's, get a burger with some cheese
Discuss these plans how I'm flippin' these keys
Capishe (?), cuz you don't know
I'll give it to my friend, no, we spilt the door
Back in the bus we puffs, kept rollin'
Scoot, Dog Boy, Daddy X is holdin'
There go the potion, look you're frozen
Damn this bud's good!

Here we go again, bump 2000
Forward the plan, forward, the mission
Here we go again, bump 2000

Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
Bump bump, Babylon beware
We got one microphone for the world to share

(??) on the ears of America
(??) rock the mic by the lyrical hysteria
(??) few selects infiltrates all areas
(??) upon the mic, released upon America

I got a '85 Caddy with the Clarion Amp
With some 10s in the trunk for punks who wanna bump my shit
Bang, rattle your chest and brain
Frame by frame rearrange your shit
Adjust your amps and your shit might hit
Don't quit to the beat, the bass gets deeper
Listen to the tones as they crush your speakers
With the little bitty thump,

Well yup I'm still drunk with the humps in the trunk
You hear the Kottonmouth Kings yellin' out bump bump
I flew through a yellow, then I ran a red
Grabbed a bev saw a cop, hit the clutch and revved
Knew I had to slow down so I smoked a bowl
Picked up D-Loc and told him start to roll
Freeway was packed so I paid the toll
Four joints later my bus was fishbowled

Here we go again, bump 2000
Forward the plan, forward the mission
Here we go again, bump 2000

Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
Bump bump, Babylon beware
We got one microphone for the world to share

(??) Jamaica island of the songs
And all you ever hear is the bass and drum
I said the (??)
When the rhythm hit, it become anthem
(??) have no car, we take many car, mon
We drive around (??) ragamuffin
(??) trees at the window, now wicked rhythm
Come along for the ride through Jamaican countryside

When it come to music, lord we love it
Any style we can (??)
Bump 2000, lord here we come again
First time around we rock all across the land

How's that sound with the tick and the bump
I puff the skunk while I'm settin' off alarms
EQ my mid so my highs don't twitch
I drop bombs while your sounds blown to shit,
I like to sip on my binger, ice water rips are cleaner
Push the bud down with my finger, then I snapped a load
The bud i got is meaner, felony no misdemeanor
Got a Beamer same as Zingers, with the system full blown

Daddy X, correct, who'd you expect?
The man slinging necks on the bottle connects
What'd you think X is for ecstasy?
Is that why the fuckers standing next to me?
Or is it because I'm a Kottonmouth King,
With pounds and pounds and pounds of Florida keif
Nah no thing, smoke ring coinsure
You'll never find my bong water dirty like the sewer

Here we go again, bump 2000
Forward the plan, forward, the mission
Here we go again, bump 2000

Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
Bump bump, Babylon beware
We got one microphone for the world to share

"First Class"

It's time to smoke

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze

Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood
Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood
Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk
I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt
Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles
Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile
Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit
Talking shit, ain't worth a lick
You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof
Blow the roof off like an atom bomb
D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong
Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix shit if it ain't broke
We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes,
Motherfuckers

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze

My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin'
Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating
Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay
And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin'

I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners
We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us
Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure
Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya

Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag,
It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag
Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags
You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag

Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice
Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose
Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table
Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan

Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop,
DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats
Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot
Take from us, better not

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze

I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??)
D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat
(??) down my throat, took off my coat
Was it wet? It was soaked
Out smoke you? Not really, nope
Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke
A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke
No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke
Brain transformed, like I was on the dose
Provoke, no coke, I never done roak
You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach
Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast
On the coast to coast, deep in the post
Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross
Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope

(I see that I might have underestimated him
You have obviously underestimated my power)

Blaze all day, every day
Each way, the right way
My way, greenhay, we high
Been there done that
Big blunts, fat sacks
Hit it fast, make it last
First class, we blaze

"The Joint"

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

Where and when, it probably fell out your ear
I'ma look behind the couch, finding all kinds of shit
Hair pins, erasers, crumbled up pieces of paper
Broken pagers, and a half pack of grits
Cuz I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs
Could still be camouflaged, hidin' in my hair
Behind my ear nestled in the back, but it ain't
I know because I checked, I'm still searchin' for the dank
You probably threw it out with your old pack of cigarettes
Look in the trash can, your as high as you get
Sometimes you forget, smokin' one to many hits
About to look in my caddy, down the walkway bricks

I jumped out the screen door, mac light in hand
Searchin' down the sidewalk, leadin' to my van
I hit the alarm and the door just slides
I check from front to back and side to side
Then I let the Alpine play
Got the 6 disc changer, read-out display,
Called my boy Dave, who gets paid to skate
Bling, hello, I think it fell by your gate
Well it's not in my van, so I checked my jeep
Limited edition 4x4 with leather seats
Looked in the ashtray and only found a roach
I was so fuckin' high I forgot that we had smoked

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

I got the joint, but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around it disappears like hokus pokus
I'm gettin' amped up, in different states of mind
I hit a depth for a track as I prepare my rhyme,
Sometimes I'm real high, besides I don't lie
Look at all these phony people tryin to make supply
Yeah, you sly in your flashy suits
You sellouts get the fuck outta here, bail out
I sag my jeans, rock hemp and (??)
I got a 85 caddy, give a fuck about the billboard
You live at large with your three car garage
Your Ferrari, BM, and Lamborgini coutures
I smoke hard, blow large, keep you guessin
Up in the treehouse, like a bird, nestin
Loungin, you'll be amazed how I'm steppin
It's a blessin, lookin' over my ground
Eyes like a owl head, rotates around
360 degrees in a circle

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

Yo I got the joint and it's rolled with precision
Precisely sliced in the ends, surgical incisions
It's like religion, my blunt rollin' routine
It's a process, and yet it comes guaranteed, by me (by who?)
Motherfuckin' Johnny Richter
If you lay on the work then call me Johnny the evictor
To play with my money is to play with my emotions
Like tokens in Vegas, your ass is cash
I got incredible dank, as it lingers out the chamber
Mind blowin smoke, unbelievable taste
Jack frost have you lost, seeing stars in space
Laced up to the moon, Pluto, then Neptune
The earth is greenest, smokin' bong loads in Venus
The rings of Saturn gettin' lost in space
Homebase it the place we blaze the most weed
I gots the joint is the bomb ass (??)

Yo, you gots the joint?
Nah, I got the joint
Yo, who's got the joint?
We all got the joint
We all on point, we all on point
Yo, you gots the Joint?
Nah, I got the joint

Just a player with the big hair, baby (??) five
Still bumpin, getting high, constantly red eyed
12-28, full of bitches inside
1605, where the homies reside
We fly, first class, with the (??)
Rockin' vertebrae (??) wallet chains on their hips
Saggin' jeans, DCs, pocket full of weed
I got what you want, tell me what you need
And I'll proceed to bust out the pounds and break em down
Got connection to PC, Cali, and Chi-Town
Whether up north, down south, or the inbetween
Red, purple, orange, or the lizard green
I got the joint but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus

Yo, who's that peepin' in my window?
Hope it's not a po-po
Cuz then they gonna see my crops

I got the joint but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus

Back wall hydroponic system, stealthy position
With couple thousand watts
I got the joint but you ain't gonna smoke it
Come around, get cloudy, it disappeared like hokus pokus
King klick tokas, royalty smokers
Come around, it disappears like hokus pokus

"Good As Gold"

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow

If you ask me how I'm living, my reply is 'I'm sold'
Smoked out, without a doubt
I keep a constant flow, of indo smoke pouring out my lungs
And you can strip to find a stash on the tip of my tongue
Marijuana, running through my veins
God's great gift comes in different strains
From the mainland (purps?) all the way to big island
Underground cultivation, yes I try to stay blasted
From to sea to sea, and I've also been known to plant seed after seed
Seven points on my flag when it's blowing in the wind
Prop 215 so let the games begin
Smoke as much as you want, Johnny Richter's everlastin
When you packin' a sacks, (??)
Your plants don't grow in that bud that be glowin
For once you have to ask, all the people never knowin

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow

Yo, I can barely breathe, I need to kick a verse
The smoke's on my mind, and it's getting on my nerves
Observe, don't wanna look at my lungs
Shriveled like an old peach, pear, plum
Nicotine, I'd rather smoke some green
What does it take, and why do I fiend?
If I conquer this kick, I'd be crowned king
Wasting my money, four bucks a pack
Going out of my way for some dirt sticks at that
It's gettin to be crap, I'm all up out of wack
But I'm rowdy, I need to buy a patch
The dirty little camel is makin' me weeze
Go around to the castle where there's bongs and weed
I need to take a shit, got no time to think
There's a zong by the toilet, and some bud on the sink
Some bud on the sink, some bud on the sink

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow

I knew a real stoner named D-Loc
Never went to sleep, smoked weed till the sun broke
Up all night with his pipe, puffin' indo
Evaporated herb, like (delapidating?) ozone
Sack after sack, after sack, now he's flat broke
About to get faded, take a toke, while the tape rolls
Kottonmouth Kings write rhymes on hemp stones
Daddy X don't smoke, and (??)
Save the best of the best, when pack it in the vest
You know the THC content you will never guess
Unless you invest, we can put it to the test
There's no stress for the cess, we all about the next guest
(??), now our minds spun,
We in a whole new place, lowered the lights
Bud stickin, laced, fruit taste, sticky
Nothing but dank, number one rank
No need to rush, sippin' buds by the crops
Those little red rocks in the hydroponic box
To keep the plants kissin, we got a drip system
Electronical device, liquid dice
(??) to the fullest and beautiful kolas
One puff, you clueless, to all you rookie smokers
(??) was stun, relation was won
We love to see our plants looki' pretty in the sun

I snapped a load, watch it glow, glow, glow
Looks so fruity sittin' in my bowl
Thanks to Mary, Jane is my bro
Glow baby, glow baby, grow baby, glow