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Kottonmouth Kings - Life Rolls On lyrics
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 can’t nobody fuck with me or the Killa Kali crops like reebox yo i’m un stoppable and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able so what you grow all i want to know is what seed what system you using you got the lights you need you got a masters degree from the weed ivy leagues or you a cop without a clue just lookin for a lead life rolls on its passin by your eyes real fast another 24 another day is passed half of those said we’d never last hey loc i think its time to grow again fuck it if you’re gonna grow you better come pick up your bucket alright im comin through ay yo grab some mountain dew (what) a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews i cruise through in the blue too with the basetubes i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin bus we’ll erupt on that blunts but turn that shit to dust dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and Chong Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of ganj writtin songs playin pong we was young we don’t belong stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin it on but now we’re both standing strong 2000 and beyond to dawns at ? used to fight to get along that was way back then and this is right now we’re on a mission to get it smoke and bone the hell out life rolls on its passin by your eyes real fast another 24 another day is passed half of those said we’d never last there’s 420 ways to blaze use one it tastes great when you smokin out the vape mind haze sit back it’ll put you in a trance grab your sack relax and throw your cap up on the hat rack throw your feet up recline just chill we just smoked a eighth of the mother fuckin Kill for real hold it in now we goin on a ride the bud inside aint nothing to fuck with some santa cruz that we got at john’s crib the crip that you never find around the reason you can’t find it in your city or your town because it sits in my bedroom in piles and mounds we got pounds and pounds that the world dont know about if i sold it yo they’d all be in the clouds smoke em out without a doubt yo its not for the money its all for the head and gettin stoned with my homies. |
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