"Brain On Drugs (Interlude)"
(feat. Shakey Bonez)

this is your brain on drugs
check this out
this is your brain on drugs
i was like that before i started
this is your brain on drugs
see ya around buddy boy

"All About The Weed"

watch these visions get burned
like the thumb from my lighter
the tighter we grow watch us blow and inspired
throw more GAS on the fire
kottonmouth kings elevate get higher

it’s all about the weed
ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
dont fuck with Ritcher when’s gettin high

im sittin in my garage with an ounce of herb
im feelin kicked to the curb but i want some more
and thats my word its the d L o to the c
my nickname Shakey but my homies call me D
i jumped on my skate got some places to be
i need to slang some weed to these dudes around 3
collect my loot then hit the studio
call O’Keefe and a freak tell them meet me at the video
and i joke so lets roll up some ganja
put it in your pipe wrap it up and watch it fold ya
i thought i told ya we all about the weed
don’t ever fuck with Dloc he might put you to sleep
from the Zinica trees he’ll have you dropped to your knees
you better pipe down (yer done) cuz life ain’t what it seems
kottonmouth kings runnin things holdin rallies
puttin shit down representin southern cali

it’s all about the weed
my spirit is restless im nervous with ganja
ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
i nurture the cause my effect is the sponsor
dont fuck with ritcher when’s gettin high

i’m the highest mutha fucka this side of the mississippi
but i’m worldwide so now figure out what that means
thats right i said it and i didn’t even sweat it
so if you want the title you can try to come and get it
i’ll guarantee you’ll regret it like swimin with sharks
no cage, no wet suit, with fish tied to your arms
no cut corners joints all im rollin is bombs
like the ufc referee says Lets Get it ON
You hope I'm wrong, but i tell ya im not
Six days, fifty strains of only premium pot
smoked so much in Amsterdam had the locals in shock
cuz my bowl never stopped goin pop pop pop pop
talk about hot boxed i was blind
couldn’t see 2 feet in front or behind
couldn’t even stand definitely couldn’t walk
throwin out phat whistles cuz i couldn’t even talk
i was elevated d-loc’s above faded
the land of Heineken ?? ever dated
ima tell you right now it couldn’t get no sicker
the greatest smoker motherfuckin Johnny Richter

it’s all about the weed
my spirit is restless im nervous with ganja
ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
?? the cause my effect is the sponsor
dont fuck with ritcher when’s gettin high

Im a big spliff smoker from here to
in the hills of Jamiaca with my bredrin
sometimes i roll for kona and dloc
twist and they hit it, it will never side burn
you can’t roll, shut up, watch and learn
lazy dread will tell ya cuz he rolls perfection
and when we build a spliff its like construction
six inch without a filter lookin like a Louisville slugger
spliff contract as ? architect
like Kona would say, Perfect

you can go ahead and label me a pot snob
but i’ll never give you up to ?any couple bowls home
if anything im livin high on it
Johnny Richter smokin steady only tokin on the chronic
a major figure in the weed racket
people droppin like flies cuz they can’t hack it
lackin certain skills losin ? than mine
usin up all my product no money when its time
to pay me so now there’s trouble
if pain came in a shot you about to get a double
i hope you’re drunk so you don’t feel it
shouldn’t have gone all out
shouldn’t have said Deal With IT
Cuz now its comin but im at home
i heard your boys started rollin left you standin alone
you know i didn’t want to but had to do it
so the next one will know better than to screw the ??
and when you aint got the posion
i said fuckin with my money is like fuckin with my emotions
shoulda listened, ya shoulda listened
i got your picture in the mail and at the top is says "MISSING"

it’s all about the weed
my spirit is restless im nervous with ganja
ganja business runnin things in Cali
Sore red eyes
?? the cause my effect is the sponsor
dont fuck with ritcher when’s gettin high

"Family Trees"

as we toke through these ozones
plant homegrown family trees
we blow endo smoke
microphones spreadin new philosophies
as we transcend these time zones
there is no guarantee
so we live fast some die young
we smoke our family trees

hey fool its the L O to the C
Livin life in the fast lane or so it seems
Tourin the country in a big ass bus
Fulfillin my dreams smokin buds is a must
now a days is rough Babylon is a bitch
im twitchin and dippin just to smoke my shit
with a spliff to my lip im quick to trip
equipt with rips and a bottomless pit
water bubbling i’m stumbling i can’t stand straight
the land of the free on paper looks great
the home of the brave enforced by guns
breakin tribal ties to our father the sun
mother earths rebirth its time to sew new seeds
negative is how you live so what you gonna reap
good things are sure to come to those who truly believe
now i ain’t tryin to preach thats just simply my sleaze

as we toke through these ozones
plant homegrown family trees
we blow endo smoke
microphones spreadin new philosophies
as we transcend these time zones
there is no guarantee
so we live fast some die young
we smoke our family trees

microphone check it i came to wreck it
don’t ask no questions im breakin all the records in sections
its my time to shine its my time to climb
the whole world is mine im a freeze it for no reason
with one line ima catch you while you’re sleepin
in the middle of the night in your sheets i’ll be creepin and deceivin
and i know you can’t believe what ya’ll seen
but im seekin out the people that are reekin what im speakin
and the seasons off the hizza ? all my ink
im thinkin about the weekend while im easin in my region
?? and im flowin like the breeze
easily acheived but your eyes deceive
im in it for life stayin high till i die
dloc’s no gimmick just look me in the eyes
and if you got something to say
we can solve it right now
thrownin strikes for the mound and you just got wound

as we toke through these ozones
plant homegrown family trees
we blow endo smoke
microphones spreadin new philosophies
as we transcend these time zones
there is no guarantee
so we live fast some die young
we smoke our family trees

transferring transactions check the note in your bag
its a message from the kings letting you know you’ve been had
they stole your past brainwashed you in class
and if you didn’t listen they’d beat your ass
react fast when i blast i was built to last
didn’t make mass my car ran out of gas
that was a joke now laugh what you need another snap
you better look in the mirror while i reflect off my glass
this world is clipped and its gettin me pissed
living life in a hole im gonna die in this abyss
with one last wish and that’s to legalize weed
so my seeds can smoke because its in my genes
nothing’s for free cept the bud on the branch
these family trees are sittin in my sack
i creep beneath ? everlasting underground
and thats on me, Dloc from P-Town

as we toke through these ozones
plant homegrown family trees
we blow endo smoke
microphones spreadin new philosophies
as we transcend these time zones
there is no guarantee
so we live fast some die young
we smoke our family trees

"On The Run"

In the aftermath, of a battle won
we celebrate with the rising sun
Sub Noize tribe good god we on the run
and we wont stop till the war is won
because we strong like a green beret
special forces of peace and unity

day to day song to song the battle rages on
replenishing my soul the mighty power of my zong
when i’m thinking bout back home when i’m wondering why
how’d i end up on the road what’s the effect on my life why

like a fugitive we on the run
runnin like were under the gun
you know we do it all for you
because your motives are true
we’re on the run till the war is won
our work ain’t done
you know we’d rather be with you

on the road doin shows my life’s been crazy
for the past 5 years its been me and my lady
only good things come for those who truly believe
all the time i spent alone i never thought i would leave
so in life i live and learn i aint takin nothin back
with the things that have happened that are makin me sad
another day goes by gotta show respect its a love that i give and that i dont regret
another town down another show we musta wrecked another day
close to being home i get, with the tears blood and sweat
the sacrifices made, if there were fans and a P.A.
then we wanted to play, way before gettin paid way
back when we was dreamin’, when i worked the nine
to five to cover up the triple beamin, when i never
thought of leavin have you always by my side, how’d i
end up on the road what’s the effect on my life why

like a fugitive we on the run
runnin like were under the gun
you know we do it all for you
because your motives are true
we’re on the run till the war is won
our work ain’t done
you know we’d rather be with you

?? penetrating zongs
the freedom fights on we multiplying like clones
every day’s a new day gettin high feel lovely
enlighten minds we’re trying to rise above see

for too long
they haven’t treated us right
their motives wrong
cause its the people they fight
we sing this song
so everybody unite
freedom fighters keep pushin on

"My Mind Playin' Tricks On Me"

Hey hit this motherfucker
Hit that shit, hit that bitch
It's 4:20..
We got love..
Is this motherfucker on?

At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn
Chronic sticks in the door
Visions of bongs being burned
D-loc just call me a stoner
A paranoid smoker with my finger on my poker
People puffin stress aint living right
But i aint going out without my pipe
See every time I pull a load, i start sweatin, smoke starts coming out my nose
There's somebody slaggin some sacks
But i don't know who it is so I'm watching my back
It's a cop and he's deep undercover
When i toke i wont see the motherfuckers
?? Caddy like our own
A sack of fruit and a bong like my own
Some might say, take a chill D
But fuck that shit there's a pig trying to diss me
I popped in the rip of my indo
Every 20 seconds i be smoking another bowl
Investigating joints for traps
Checkin my herb for a branch
I'm staring at my girl on the corner
It's fucked up when my mind's playing tricks on her

I got a big afro
I drive old cars
Ain't nobody roll like me
It's like I'm a movie star
But late at night something ain't right
Somebody's coming in and they taking all my grow lights
Is it that dude tryin' to steal all my crops
Or could it be the one that sold the hydroponic rocks
Or is it that one claimin' he had the power
Tryin' to grow herb but it was hemp pure and flower
Reach under my seat grabbed
?? ain't no use to me ??
They were ? than a motherfucker
Transplant complete and i told them all 65 days and that shit will be done with
Ounce nugs just like i figured
Cannabis cup, kings blend is the winner
And what i saw make your head start wrigglin
Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens
I live by the bud
I take my clones everywhere i go because I'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder, peeping around corners
My mind's playing tricks on me

Day by day its more impossible to cope
Daddy X smokin off pounds of dope
Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous
Slanging buds, got a door to door service
Knee deep in the motherfuckin business
Cold hearted with no room for forgiveness
I got ? about 3 in each ? prop 215 fuckin me down in O.C.
The punk claimed that he knew Johnny Richter
Something about his x girl that he dicked her
I got phat sounds in my ride
Way too many friends that have died
I got a baby girl to look after
I play the role like a motherfuckin actor
Big daddy plant seeds in my wife
Plan on being down for life
Got the baddest bitch in the whole city
With 2 fat big brown big ass titties
And they the types i be suckin on
D-loc come and pack up my zong
My motherfucking sacks' getting lonely
My minds playing tricks on me

I'm feeling high my sacks getting lonely
Goddamn homie, my minds playing tricks on me

This year 420 fell on a weekend
Kottonmouth Kings is trick or treating
Robbin' little kids for sacks
?? got behind our ass
Broke the fuck out and said late
Skate to my house sucker sittin down by my gate
We were in for a session no doubt
Reached in my pocket you know what i pulled out
The G13 then the zong was delivered
But this battle just called for something bigger
A bong about six or seven feet
A specialty piece i envisioned in my sleep
Pulled out the triple beam on em
Dropping them motherfuckin Gs on em
The more i smoke the more high i grew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared too
Then i felt just like fiend
The shit was brown, man it wasn't even green
I was high as fuck in the street
And to top it all off i broke my zong on the concrete
Goddamn homie, my mind is playing tricks on me

"Sleepers"

Remeber me? You don't? You will...
Fuck you, Fuck all the people always runnin their mouth
Fuck that bitch ass coward who fuckin flooded my house
Fuck everybody who said this shit here would never happen
Now who’s laughin you said we’d never make it by rappin
But you was dead wrong this song was made to strictly prove a point
See my dick, well you can lick it as I fire up this joint
Gettin me pissed off will definitely get you shit on
Don’t turn your back on the Kings, our team’s too fuckin strong

Be the second loced loady settin it off in the session
There be no second guessin D-Loc is who you slept on
Don’t get confused when I step into your realm
Watch me shine my crown now let’s really get down
Turn a smile to a frown
Gives a fuck about a hater
Cause I be the one that might sit back and play ya!
Maken moves in the game
Wit my D-Loc shielo, and if you don’t know then Ah! Now
Ya! Know.

“We’re the ones that you all slept on- Talk shit you might get crept on- Grow lights is always
kept on- We’re the ones the whole world slept on- woof woof- Your diggy diggy dead wrong talk
that shit you might get crept on get flexed on get stepped on we’re the ones the whole world
slept on…”Don’t sleep on us”

Be the third king swingin comin rushin out the bus checkin nuts motherfucker Back the fuck up

Wake the Fuck up
You see what’s going on
You got some kids form the burbs
And they’re singing these types of song
Everybody getting scared
You can’t shake the Kings
We got that underground phunk
So matha fucka please
Now sit back look and listen
While I smoke on my bud
I seen you kissen ass fag
Should have shown me the love
In the middle of the club you could of
dabed my hand and gave me respect
Like a matha fuckin man
Who’s a bitch now?
You should have never slept on my crew
And it’s rude how all these whacked groups
Are settin played and I’m amused
With the defected youth confused
Sittin back laughing drinkin beer in two’s
With my pants saggin D-Loc matha fuckas.

“We’re the ones that you all slept on- Talk shit you might get crept on- Grow lights is always
kept on- We’re the ones the whole world slept on- woof woof- Your diggy diggy dead wrong talk
that shit you might get crept on get flexed on get stepped on we’re the ones the whole world
slept on…”Don’t sleep on us”

I’ve had all that I can take no more room to give
From the pressures growing up, the pain I felt as a kid
Six schools in one year, shit, I’ve been shipped around
Now I ain’t never backin down I’ll fight and die for my krown
See all these pussies talk a lot but ain’t got shit to show for it
I got 2 dirtbikes, a halfpipe, and a new truck you stupid fucks
Still roll the bus, and I do run your clubs
You can’t kick a King out, cause we level’s above
Well connected to the top, all it takes a phone call
And that will be the end of you, your eternal downfall
Was to step and start barkin bout the wrong fucking band
Should have shut your fuckin mouth, should have tried to understand

you dead wrong you slept on us – wake up now – cuz we callin Come creepin – night crawlin night
crawlin you fallin

"We’re the ones that you all slept on- Talk shit you might get crept on- Grow lights is always
kept on- We’re the ones the whole world slept on- woof woof- Your diggy diggy dead wrong talk
that shit you might get crept on get flexed on get stepped on we’re the ones the whole world
slept on…”Don’t sleep on us”

"Full Throttle"

No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on
the bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain’t no role models- No turnin back now no turnin
back now daze tensions high seems everyone’s on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain’t seen
nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle”

Watch out, back up, cause this is the fast lane
I got a lead foot, heavy boots, and 3 hoots on my brain
Ride looks like its on fire, but you know my engine’s clean
I’m just smoking the tires, racing off every green
Step up, Step up, If you got a little somethin’
But your rev better be louder then my system that is bumpin’
Don’t come round me talkin shit if you’re not built to the brim
Cause now you gonna get whipped, I never lose, I always win
Where you at, right here, and there’s plenty more comin’
See when the Kings’ is in the house, everybody comes runnin’
Meetin in the parking lot, to smoke pot before the shows
Hookin up with all the ladies, takin home all the ho’s
We having fun, Fuck Yeah, Will it stop, Fuck No
I’d still be tokin’, blowin’ endo even if I was broke
Ain’t that right D-Loc (hell mothafuckin’ yeah!)
Fuck a fist or middle finger, throw your horns in the air.

“No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the
bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain’t no role models- No turnin back now no turnin
back now daze tensions high seems everyone’s on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain’t seen
nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle”

Fuck everybody if you said I couldn’ rap
Your kickin fiction and I’m kickin facts
And it’s like that
You aint nothing but a fag
Let m e write it on my pad
Just to get you mad
Now Day’s it’s seems like everybody on edge walkin over pit’s of fire on a skinny ledge I’m
going full bored fallin till f fall out Graduated High School But a college drop out that don’t
mean shit because this not turning back.
I got my bong my buds and my baseball bat ready for what eva at any time would eva
You gotta have that mental or this shit o’l get you no where
Got be cleava and put it all together
Remember that sayin I float like a feather come on dog how could you think that you got it
twisted do the math.

“No turnin back now going out full throttle Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the
bottle.. We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain’t no role models- No turnin back now no turnin
back now daze tensions high seems everyone’s on edge walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
now daze you loose control its take what you can get where anarchy reigns supreme you ain’t seen
nothing yet now turnin back now we going out full throttle”

"4-2-0"

Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
First I hit the sweetleaf, and then I have nice dreams
When I get up, I wake and bake, take a piss and shake
My clock stopped at Four-twenty, what you want me to say
I stay blazed all day, no matter where I’m creepin’
Hot boxin on your block, and at the spot on the weekends
You’ll see smoke risin’, Just who could it be
It’s my rhyme and crime partner, D. dash L. O. C.

Yeah that be me born and raised in the suburbs.
Faded off the bud smoke blowin it at you nerds thanks Johnny Richter for your nice little hand
off
I got some purple Kush
Did you bring the sand box?
Let’s bounce some bud so we can make a little keefe
Spice up the leaf before we smoke the tree
Everybody in the scene
Know we blow the most dosha
That way they label up the Kottonmouth solders.

“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These
anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burnin Ganja”

You’ll catch me at the Smoke-Out smoked out, dropping drinks
Havin a blast, not givin a fuck, doin my thing
Blowing rings through the crowd, being loud and obnoxious
Now the shots I did with Pak got me feelin’ kind of nauseous
But I played it cool and pulled a few snapps
Big fat packed bowls, and had a chicken Caesar wrap
Dippin through the whole place, no where else I’d rather be
Then smokin’ weed with my peeps, now I pass it to D.

24.7 Everyday every minute everybody every stoner grab your bud keep composer beer drinkers,
pill poppers, acid heads and freaks
All the creatures in the street Heroin addicts and geeks
Kottonmouth Kings signed a one way contract to see the world and smoke the killa chromic
D-Loc said it, so don't you forget it
It’s four, two, o and I blow endow.

“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These
anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burnin Ganja”

Now you might see me on a mission searchin for double-vision
And I ain’t no mathematician, more like a stoney musician
But I get a little help from my friends when in need
Hit the bubble, fuck, double, now I’m seein in three’s

All these hours and days inter-face with the planet with bubbles and bells the kush is orgasmic
– I transplant my mental to truly titanic fanatic levels for all you bud fiending addict – the
session begins right upstairs in my addict we bless it we roll it we toke it and pass it – the
next time you see us don’t take us for granted – we’re all getting lifted just the way that we
planned it

“we got all types”– At 4-2-0 yeah our clocks is always altered- “we talkin pounds” These
anti-hero’s are just here to serve you proper “Roll that shit up” So leave those blessings right
up here upon the alter “pass it around” at 4-2-0 everybody’s burnin Ganja”

"Enjoy"

“So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they
come-n-go to fast one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good
friends make these good times last”

My gas tank’s to the top, with a freshly picked crop
New album ‘bout to drop, met a girl I like a lot
Things is on the up and up, like they never gonna stop
Eatin meat that’s butcher cut, drinkin sake at Hibach
No rocks on the wrist, I ain’t into those things
Silver plugs in my ears, the only things I bling
Maybe a big fat ring, but you won’t see no jewels
I don’t need a diamond link to make these ladies druel
I just play it cool, maybe throw them a wink
Yannow, buy em a drink, ask them “What do they think?”
About exchanging the digits, that’s just how I’m livin
Cause sex could be bought, but love is only given

“So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast
one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these
good times last”

I used to stay high now I am zoned out – had a shaved head yes I did now its grown out looks
kinda fresh when its blown out – broke as a joke ask loc moneys – loaned out – lived with my
folks had a spout got thrown out grew fat buds at the spot till they cloned out – used to have a
job part time but I hate work caught smokin joints in the back with the front clerk – boss man
walked in fired me took my work shirt left me bare chested high as fuck punchin clockwork walkin
down the street unemployed how’d I go wrong back to takin rip after rip from my glass bong damn….

“So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast
one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these
good times last”

I’m consistently on one my middle name done
I’m still spun from lasts nights vodka and rum
I popped a biscuit got naughty with a hotty ever hunny in the party
Had a bangin body
The beer kept callin me
The buscuy started to roll
I’m rollin but I’m under control
And if I get out of control you betta slow me down
E and my homie chucky chuck gett’en up like circus clowns
Chucky styles and the D-Loc
I’m stoned to the bone eaten K.F.C
We back home from the party up w Hollywood Hills
We was popping some pills and all the alcohol was reel
Drunks throwing up flicken cigarette butt’s people fightin
In the streets thinking their tough
You know what we was on the balcony Laughlin
Smoken buds flicken beer bottles while people were dancing

“So enjoy my good friends may these good times last cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go to fast
one day your sittin on top next day your fallin off fast- So enjoy my good friends make these
good times last”

"Positive Vibes"

[Chorus]
We need some positive vibes for these rainy days
Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away
We need some positive vibes life’s for fun so go and play
Let the sunlight in, brighten up your day
[Richter]
Let the vibes blow like the ocean breeze
Mamma always told me there’d be days like these
Keep your head right, just do as you please
Never interfere with an evil man’s schemes
Keep your heart pure, conceive your own dreams
Respect your fellow man, the earth with the trees
The air that we breathe and the highest mountain peak
Bring truth from your soul to your mouth when you speak

No need to get loud .. messin with others, stressin’ your brother, it’s time to uncover
Time to choose another path you see
Cause the road most traveled’s negativity
Put your fist down (fist down), throw your hands in the air
Respect yourself, be somebody who cares
Don’t let life get you down, don’t feel abused
Keep a positive view unto yourself be true

[chorus]

[Loc]
Everyday’s a new adventure You got to keep what you got
Livin’ life in a studio bustin’ rhymes in my socks
I got to keep my head up and always do what I feel
Avoidin all the evil and just keeping it real
(I need some positive vibes)
All these situations I keep hearin’ about
People dyin’ in planes and buildings crumbling down
This world goes round for no apparent reason
People robbin and theavin’ just to feel good for the evening
(I need some positive vibes)
What happen' to everybody’s peace and love
Throw your drinks the sky, raise your hands up above
Get yo head out of the gutter and be respectful
We need some positive vibes for these rainy days so let it go
Don’t never get it twisted when I’m on this track
D-Loc the kind kid that be kickin’ it back
Of the class everyday I was high
Goin to school in 95 easy that how we ride

[chorus]

It’s time to leave this rat race chant down Babylon
Keep my head straight, keep my family movin' on
Find my own place, create my own space
Detach my whole scene from this wicked rat race
The two-faced friends, the snakes in the grass
Daddy always told me there’d be men like that
So watch your own back keep your eye on your stacks
Don’t ever write a check that that ass can’t cash

[chorus]

We need some positive vibes
(Keep on reaching for it)
For these rainy days
(Keep on hoping for it)
Let the sun come out keep push these clouds away
(What we need is, all we have is positive vibes)
We need some positive vibes
(What more can we say to you)
Lies that so forth go out and play
(What more can be said to you)
Let the Sunlight in, brighten up your day
(What we need is, all we have is positive vibes)