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Kottonmouth Kings - Welcome to the Suburbs lyrics
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 where the locks are unlocked the land of cellular phones where the kings was formed the true kings is from sittin right in orange county livin under the sun growin up in the burbs where the herbs the word the herb herb herb , you know the herbs the word we high as some birds in your ear is my turd dont test Kottonmouth or you might get served now you’re gonna get served that’ll kick to the curb where the King klick stay licks premium herb every day every day outta body outta mind take a trip with us deep behind the county line we hella hella high runnin from it one time never hit the shwag only smokin on the kind yo outta body outta outta mind Need a beer from the keg, but I'm to drunk to stand in line tho we in the king’s dome with a bowl to the kind my body’s feelin numb im going crazy outta body outta outta mind yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah I got my old girl Caddy the color of a cookie lookin butter pecan cuz you know i can rollin way too cute on my way to Thriftys about to shoot a lil hoop and get a scoop for fity i bump it doo-ah diddy diddy dum growin up in the burbs drinkin beers havin fun and im always on the run with a sack in my pocket Kottonmouth Kings yo we the hot topic you’ll find me rollin my truck just as high as fuck you’ll find me hittin my bub on my to the pub you’ll find me in mid arc on the way to my moms cause if i dont get high i won’t be stayin to long you’ll see me puffin jays on avenues and highways i might be rippin off my foldin portable vape and i never slip i’m always either smoke or drinking kind 99 percent of the time I’m going out of my mind we hella hella high runnin from it one time never hit the shwag only smokin on the kind yo outta body outta outta mind Need a beer from the keg, but I'm to drunk to stand in line tho we in the king’s dome with a bowl to the kind my body’s feelin numb im going crazy outta body outta outta mind yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yo welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green the home of the motherfuckin Kottonmouth Kings where days become nights and nights become dreams where everthing aint what it seems bout to get my buzz bloomin cuz its close to noon double grippin on the brew steady sippin till im through cuz i aint one to pound but i can go all day Loc and Ritcher never play get it straight get out our way remember back in the day we built a lakebed only rollin to the beach when its double overhead i go down to the waves to watch some kamikazi runs and if im outta joints im going home (you’re done) hee haw, i think i heard a donkey, donkey you a weird motherfucker D recently i seen a new look in your eyes i been expanding my high searching for whats wise well i blister my thumb from flickin many bics you know i listen to my pops and call the neighbors fuckin' pricks special hits on the street no one knowing the line now im going outta body and outta outta mind. |
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