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Psychedelic Funk Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creation 

Mass plantation 

With the Kottonmouth Kings burnin' up the nation 

 

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through front 

And when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a blunt 

My minds always trippin 'so you know I cannot front 

We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk 

Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk 

Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk 

 

Shit it's a damn good day, got money in the bank 

Gas in my tank, pays for my dank 

Got a new Paramax, money for the taxes 

And for the plenty herb the lord I do thank 

 

Boom, shit, bang, X is the name 

Dirt slang's the game and I bangs poontang 

It's the first county all league pimp selection 

Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection 

I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner 

Once was a preacher, but I huff paint thinner 

Took your woo home and that bitch made me dinner 

Rolled a couple pinners and I went up in her 

It's the capital D, the L-O-C 

Can't nobody even fuck with me, (hell no) 

My style is free, I bangs the P 

I tag the circle "A" for anarchy 

 

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front 

And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt 

My minds always trippin' so you know I can not front 

We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk 

Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk 

Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk 

 

Hot Damn! I'm back in my van 

Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan? 

Pig sniffin' around like Toucan Sam 

WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van 

I said fuck the police I'm an old school skater 

Roll aside the curb, throw peace and say later 

Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador 

Told you motherfuckers I'm an old school skater 

 

I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there 

I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair 

Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware 

Well I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration 

Easy access for easy penetration 

What's all this talk about a generation? 

Legalize the plant 

Lets free this nation 

Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp plantation 

Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this nation 

 

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front 

And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt 

My minds always trippin' so you know I can not front 

We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk 

Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk 

Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk 

 

Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka 

Chocolate factory, I take more hits than Tonka 

Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee 

We're the bong tokin' fiends representin' O.C. 

Oh oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mix 

Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks 

Your bitch is on my dick, your momma is too 

And this is going out to the Kottonmouth Krew 

Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit 

Dirty wife beaters, size that just quit 

But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legit 

Board's in my hands as I bail through the pit 

Punk rock and I can't forget cha 

Kottonmouth Kings up in the picture 

Suburban Noise, man I thought you knew 

And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool 

Yes we're comin' through with an old deep brew 

West coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo 

 

Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front 

And when we're on stage we're smokin' like a blunt 

My minds always trippin' so you know I can not front 

We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk 

Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk 

Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk 

 

Scratch pow, don't ask me how 

Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you any how 

Take that! Let's fishbowl this bitch 

What's the time? It's time to get lit 

Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, splif to the clip 

Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip 

Inhale, hold it real deep 

Orange County horny devils back on the fuckin' creep! 

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