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Play On Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

Kottonmouth Kings don't stand for a gang 

Kottonmouth Kings just let the nuts hang 

Everyday thing how we hang, how we hang 

Kottonmouth Kings just do their own thing 

 

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday 

Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day 

Make some room so these players can play 

So we can play on, play on 

 

Now I woke up this morning and I thought about Hoss 

Smoked a cigarette and I chucked my dirty drawers 

Threw on some Dickies and I grabbed my back chain 

Slapped it down my waist and I let my pants hang 

Beanie on my head just to cover up my lump 

The night before got in a fight just cause I was drunk 

Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong 

Took a rip held it in then I coughed up a lung 

Burn some incense so I can cover up the smell 

An everyday thing that I live to tell 

Pulled out my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes 

If that copper pulls me over well its lies, lies, lies 

Dirty copper, dirty copper, dirty copper 

 

Now the stereo is on and the CD was bumpin' 

Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin' 

Walked up to the fridge, opened it up and grabbed my brew 

Picked up the phone dialed my pimp and called the crew 

Party later on, over by river jetties 

56th Street so you know there'll be some betties 

Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destination 

Party time baby, its a nightly occupation 

Stepped out the pad, walked in the player's den 

On the way mail a letter to my brother in the pen 

There's a smile on your face from my smooth dub style 

See you later alligator, after a while crocodile 

 

Now a new day dawned, lets get things started 

Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and farted 

Dip my blue jeans in some bleach and starches 

Mobbin' OC we need the golden arches 

D-Loc where you at? 

Saint's hung over and he started to yack 

Kicked out of Mickey D's 'cause we don't know how to act 

Lets call up Kevin Zinger hook a forty sack 

Now tonight's the night like DJ Quik 

At least 3 parties that we gotta hit 

And if the cops show up were gonna start some shit 

Riot time baby-Kottonmouth Klick 

Punk rock music homegrown in OC 

Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and Social D 

No Doubt, Agent Orange now the PTB 

The last generation of the dynasty 

Now the skates in the sack lets hit the ditch 

Broke up with my girlie cause the ho was a bitch 

Still that boy that be puttin' it down 

Representin' OC, P-Town 

 

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday 

Didi dodi didi dodi didi dodi day 

Make some room so these players can play 

So we can play on play on 

 

Brought the 77 slant nose V-dub Bug 

Leaks oil but the roads (?)called it crazy (mug?) 

Its a little noisy but inside its all good 

Got two 15's underneath the hood 

Well I was rollin' down Yorba Linda Blvd. 

Got the neighborhoods bumpin', tainted hard 

Dodgin' and weavin' down suburban streets 

Till this one house wife started bitchin' at me 

So I pulled the bug over and I revved it up 

First gear lit em up, then I backed it up 

Over the curb, told her to kiss my ass 

Gave her the bird, boned out on that ass 

Back on the mission to score a sack 

77 boned out passed the Cadillac 

Heard a horn honk it was full of freaks 

Ladies on my tip cause I'm so unique 

Turn the bass high and I tilted my lid 

I'm used to gettin' jocked, I'm that P-Town kid 

And you know I'm doin' shit that you wish you did 

Dip right goin' 30 around the corner I slid 

Stopped at the school jumped on my skate 

4 freaks showed up, one I use to date 

They broke out the blunt and they got me stoned 

Another day gone, so long, so long 

 

This the type of thing that we be doin' everyday 

Didi dodi didi dodi day 

Make some room so these players can play 

So we can play on, play on 

 

(We don't let them know?) that we smoke out everyday 

Didi dodi didi dodi day 

Bring a fat sack so the homies can blaze 

So we can blaze on, blaze on 

 

Didi dodi didi dodi day 

Didi dodi didi dodi day 

Play on Blaze on 

Blaze on Play on 

Play on Blaze on 

Blaze on Play on 

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