Classic Hits Live lyrics

We'll probably waste away and pay this price for livin

Yeah I'ma waste away my life cause I really don't care
Jump every bump in my truck, all tires in the air
Accepting every dare, leap off a cliff, fuck yeah
And if you wanna get em up, I hope you're commin prepared
Cause I ain't backin down from shit, I'm a pit in a dog fight
Ear's snipped, smellin blood, and my jaws is clamp tight

KOTTONMOUTH KINGS LYRICS

Tangerine Sky

Say goodbye to a tangerine sky say hello say hello to tomorrow- when you say goodbye
to a tangerine sky you lose your pain lose your fear lose your sorrow

what if you were livin yours instead of hatin mine findin truth and spreadin love and searchin
deep inside – see me glidin swiftly to that place I need to be that home grown irie zone

Now why you gotta cramp my style
you keep fuckin with my high and im about to get wild
now why you gotta harrass the pot leaders
harrass the people at expired parkin meters
why you gotta pull me over as if i was that dude in the stolen Nova
now why you gotta badge on your chest
stay gun on your hip and that bullet proof vest
now why you gotta act like you save your people

Livin life on the endless Highway lost miles in between- If we never saw the
world tomorrow we'd go out smokin green- you cant sell it if you never bought
it there's a price to chase this dream- Livin life on the endless Highway lost
miles in between

D: Hey yo Richter JR: Hey yo whaddup D
D: For the past 6 years our life's been kinda crazy
JR: Travelin' overseas seein shit we wouldn't see

My mission: the commission of the dishin out for facts
Cuz when I'm dimin' my rhymin never slacks, never lacks
So get back to the basics and face it.
The American dream aint what it seems
With lies they've laced it. Can't you taste it
See they baste it in an imitation butter.
We've ate it and realized its not nature to mother
Generic like no other, man, fuck big brotha!

I take hits, Pull it through the Chamber,
I hold it in, My lungs are in Danger,
It tastes good, I can't deny the Flavor,
But to the buds, We ain't no Stranger,
Check the chamber it's hella Cloudy,
I smoke flavor don't ever Doubt me,
Humbolt County to Southern Cali,
Pass the mic Johnny Richter bout to Rally,

First time busted as a young rap fiend,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

The Lottery, you know It's all the Same,
Ain't shit Changed just a Big Game,
They fuckin' with our brain, it's the Government Strain,
Taxes stealin' but they got you Trained,

It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby B
Attention young ladies, attention young ladies
Man homeboy's over here in the garage with 4 1000's
Powder nutrients growing in the dirt
Takin' 4 and a half months not even getting a full peak
Ya know, ya know, ya know.
In a room the size of a telephone booth
Using liquid nutrients, (buds swell rock, wool)
One 1000 watt high pressure sodium

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

Let the vibes flow like an ocean breeze
Mama always told me there'd be days like these
Keep your head righteous just do as you please
Don't ever interfere with an evil man's scheme

A lonely teenage daydream,
Of things I just might be,
A surreal kind of thinking,
Keeps on drifting in on me,
My twisted body is lifeless,
Not so their twisted minds,
Peace through power their motto,
Power through peace their crime,

Product of our environment [x8],

Maybe one day they will legalize weed,
In the year TWO 'G' the planet could be deceased,

Some people like to lick it
Others crack a sack, blaze it up and kick it.
Some like to think with a drink their hand
It all depends on the ends that you're willing to spend
I need another lick, I need another lick
what's your trip
I need another lick, I need another lick
what's your trip

As I flow let the shit seep deep into your ear drums
Alien fly ass rhymes as you hear them

I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life you can find me postin on my porch
tokin my pipe-I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life see some people gave
in but I ain't given up the fight I'm gonna smoke weed for the rest of my life
find me old postin on my porch tokin on my pipe I'm gonna smoke weed for the
rest of my life see I'm in love with Mary Jane I'm gonna make her my wife

what are we supposed to be like them what are we supposed to do….
I gonna live my life.
They way I like
And the way I really want to
I'm gonna always stick my trick no matter how many tries
I gonna go out being remembered
But I'm to young to die

Sub-Noize rat's always up to no good
Were misunderstood no one thought that we could
Everyday a holiday skaten in the street

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

another day gone...

sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes
no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue
snapped it through and my lungs start to hurt
hold it in long enough it’ll put your dick in the dirt
and people go bizerk tryin’ to get their hands on it
most commonly heard phraze is, "Richter’s got the chronic"
so i’m on it, matter of fact i’m on the top

marijuana, the world's perfect plant...

the waking dream

chorus:
the earth, the wind, the sky, the sea
the birth, the life, the air we breathe
the truth, the lies, the in-betweens
the hate, the love, the waking dream

all these beautiful things growin up in california
and all the memories from the people who knew ya
don't test mother nature she's a powerful person

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

Ya know I got 2 states of mind, stoned and asleep
First I hit the sweet leaf, 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

Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk
Sick and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, where's my J
Sick and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, where's my bong
Sick and tired, anarchy!

Spies are all around me, Spies in every county
Spies, my head's are bounty
Snipers in the air

The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus

Suburban Life aint what it seems
Suburban life the American dream
Suburban life so pretty and clean
Suburban life aint what it seems

The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me

Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer
Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer

Y2KMK, why not y'all
Suburban Noize Records with that 2000 sound
()

Daydreamin' fazes, time goes by
That's what happens when you get high
Head's always cloudy, words is lies
Daydreamin' fazes, I yes I

Daydreamin' fazes, life elevated
Chillin' in the back of the bus gettin faded
I blaze all hell with my dogs all day
Feelin' the rage with the blood on stage

So enjoy my good friends may these good times last
cuz in this lifetime they come-n-go too 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 tanks 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

Full Throttle

No turnin back now we 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,
now days tensions high seems everyone’s on edge,
walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge
now days you loose control its take what you can get,

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

The war on drugs is a war on me and if its not then let me be home of the brave
land of the free Its just a plant so let freedom ring

I'm sick of these snitches droppin dimes on my block to my small sack slangers
to my indoor crops or our cash money business or my late night stops or
anything about this old school pimp called pops

Yeah! Shit fuck Piss

are ya living to live
are you living to die
are you living a tale
are you living a lie
you got one life to life
are you living it right
you’ve got one life to live
who wants to ride

everyday i do it my way
live my life the way
i dont care what they say

dying daze
ridin till my dyin daze

im sick of watchin birds spill
im sick of chasin dollar bills
im sick of systems tryin to seal my fate

Bump, bump, bump,
thats the sound of the 15's
while they hitting in my trunk
Bump, bump, bump
we're the Kottonmouth Kings
and we dont give a fuck

I'm that pig that the bitches talk about
Saints what they shout
you got all the clot
a day in the life of a kottonmouth king
1605 c'mon pass me the bing

Wasted away
trapped in their maze
gotta get out

My punk rock’s dirty
my hip hop’s clean
one side has rust the other triple beam
one side is crazy phat the other’s pissed and mean
half of me’s got problems the other lives a dream
well
im bi polar im confused
split personality i dont know which to chose
one side is filthy rich the other is dirt poor

We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation
You swept them under the rug cuz we was Caucasian
Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation
We don’t give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station
Kottonmouth Kings serves the underground nation

oh no I’m back in the scene still same car
same zip code didn’t move too far
same old friends same old story

Good Evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this years Cannabis Cup
finals!
Some of the best buds from all over the planet displayed here today,
Bud smokers.. let's get ready to bubble!!!
With this years entry the Kings Blend the undisputed heavyweight smokers of
the world.. the KOTTONMOUTH KINGS!!

Kings Blend we all smoke them,
Cream of the crop, creme de la cremes,