[Chorus]. No turning back now going out full throttle puffin crazy mad herb. With our hands on the bottle. We some stoners wreaking havoc we ain't no role.
[Chorus]. It don't matter where you've been. Just focus on where you're going. Most people you think are friends. Ain't there when the tough gets going.
These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize. D-Loc, Saint Vicious, DJ Bobby be, Pakelika. The bakers man, bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Yeah, Suburban Noize, those Kottonmouth Kings. Freaks come out at night, the freaks come out.... . Well... We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings.
This song's going out to an American hero,. and anybody else who has ever been harassed or arrested for smoking the beautiful plant; Marijuana.. . [Chorus].
Live my life in a free world [x4]. . [Richter:]. It's amazing how this whole world is changing. It went from saying "how you doin'" to settin ya claimin.
Every time I close my eyes, I start to drift away. Thinkin' 'bout some days gone by, how time just floats away. Every time I hear that song, puts a smile on my face.
Just me and you, just me and you. That's right. Just me and you, just me and you. All I wanna. Just me and you, just me and you. That's right. Just me and you, just me and you.
Fire it up Fire it up Fire it up [x4]. Salu-Mutha Fuckin-Tations. Glad you came i see you got a reputation. Your in for a night full of blunts and beers..
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,.
Figured out a long time ago,. Nothing's as it seems don't you know,. Go underground if you want the scoop,. 'cause the population's out the loop,. . You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams,.
as we toke through these ozones. plant homegrown family trees. we blow endo smoke. microphones spreadin new philosophies. as we transcend these time zones.
Ya got uh, that's why you gotta fuck the industry, know what i mean, 'cause the industry's gon, the industrys tryin to fuck you. . (you better have said nothin) [x2].
Haven't we made. Enough for a living wage. We accept the fatal gift. A soup stone for our stove. And a blindfold for our tears. Paying for a living wage.
Traded your bucket and bruises for a bag of bones. And a wardrobe of excuses. You live too hard, you look too good. And you're in my backyard,. just like everybody said you would be..
Albert Hammond. It Never Rains in Southern California. From Great Britain To LA. We came from Great Britain to L.A.. Where the groups from England play.
Albert Hammond. It Never Rains in Southern California. For The Peace Of All Mankind. You turned me on so bad that there was only one thing on my mind.
Emotion overwhelms me. When I look into your eyes. I think I'm losing my mind. Like a blooming flower your beauty. Seems to mystify me, I want to hold you tonight.
do you know what the most frightning thing in the world is? It's fear. next time when you are frightnend of the dark don't scream. she just goes a little mad sometimes.
Memory and the way you move. Before you turn your head, love. I know it's you. I'm a child for you and you're music for me. And we park my car by the cypress tree.