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Kottonmouth Kings - First Class lyrics
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 |
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