Hidden Stash lyrics

These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you
by Suburban Noize.

Dloc, Saint vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika.
The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Polish up the crown then watch it shine. The
Kottonmouth kings are on the frontline.

Fly Rhymes, high times suburban noize
gotta be on the frontline. Zig Zags, chronic sacks,tell
the girls they been riding with some big macs.

Roll it up then, confrontation
Smoke it up then, heal the nation
Roll it up then, burn the ganja
I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand

Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture
With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia
What we gonna do Fool I though you knew
We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue
Man I'm barkin, park so we can get this sparked and

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

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

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'ma get you So High...
I'ma get you So High...
I'ma get you So High...
I'ma get you So High...

Here I go my mind starts joggin'
And I know I shouldn't have been hoggin, that Indo...
I know everythings foggin'
It's just another case of a man mind bogglin'...

Back up off me, I need rooms to puff
It's Saint Dog, and I can't get enough
Rough. I smoke, so I like it goin' down

[This one's dedicated, to the big LT and the reality of life]

Take a moment smoke a bowl, let's talk about life (What's that)
Simply reality of life, now death to the motherfucker that causes strife
R.I.P. Uncle Roy God bless your wife, R.I.P. Uncle Mark God bless your wife
I guess we can't call em in this life of the strife
Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried

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

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

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