Hidden Stash II: Kream Of The Krop lyrics

(feat. The Judge)

And the Beat goes "BLAM"

Sweet sunshine climate makes POT.. smoke that GRIT TO California

we dippin through the west
im fittin’ to blaze up the spot
representin Killa Kali holdin it down for my crops
with the beats that knock you know the kings shit bangs
run and get my motherfuckers with the insane strain
take it straight to the brain maybe clear out your RISEN

Home sweet home
let me take a drink of my fuckin bud light
yo richter light that joint
yo X turn the porch light on

welcome to the Suburbs
where the grass is green
home of the motherfuckin Kottonmouth Kings
where days become night and nights become dreams
where everything gets lost in a dream

welcome to the block with the spot that call my home

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

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

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

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

Why do people always wanna know about Richter
what i do at home, how much i really smoke
if i really got as many bongs as i claim
if my bark’s about drinkin just a game
well listen up

drinkin vodka blue lable smiroff on the rocks
wishin i had my sack but I left it a Pak’s
vape rips got me trippin shit I almost got lost
walkin’ up to my own crib comin from the garage

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

where you gonna go when you can’t get high now
who you gonna call when you feel so low
where you gonna turn for some inspiration
new destinations is where we should go

Confused in life in the middle of the night
I’m sittin’ up with my pipe like my candles I’ll burn
thinkin’ about my baby the one that really loved me
and the time we spent together callin each other honey

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the Beat goes "BANG"

Sweet sunshine climate makes bomb smoke that crypto California

We dippin through the west
I'm fittin to blaze up the spot
Representin Killa Kali holdin it down for my crops
With the beats that knock you know the kings shit bangs
Run and get my motherfuckers with the insane strain
Take it straight to the brain maybe clear out your RISEN

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