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Correct 3 Horny Devils Lyrics
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Correct 3 Horny Devils
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Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O. C. Bass first, then comes the treble Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils And if ya feelin' funks fool ya betta leave, ya better leave fool I'm one of the three of the horniest devils I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel Just a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid Got a '74 slant nose V-dub biatch Well this is for the bitches and the bitch boys too I'm Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth Krew Ya sister go inside to drink a 40 oz brew Gettin' laid in the back of a Subaru A Subaru, I thought you knew I did her doggy style like Scooby Doo Now listen up ladies check it out they call me Saint I try to be a good guy but the truth it is I ain't See I huffs on the paint (paint) Take rips on the dank (dank) And if I'm at a party I might hit the nitrous tank Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head wha wha to the head Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head D-Loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red It's a 9. 4 on a Richter scale I got the green farm buds and they ain't for sale The shit we smoke man would never fail us For the Kottonmouth Kings to inhale, biatch Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O. C. Bass first, then comes the treble Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two three horny devils And if ya feelin' fronts fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool We're gettin' drunk smokin' blunts like these white boys should They call me crazy cracker, straight peckerwood But I'm just a kid walkin' on this earth And yes I rock the microphone for what it's worth And for what it's worth we're all one in the same Got a little horny devil that controls my brain Hey hey hey got a bowl, get a light A beat and a mic, some ass for the night Saint diggy-Dog takin' on oncomers Winter, spring, and summer I'm burnin' through the rubbers Burnin' through the rubbers and strippers man Bet I'll hit more skin than you can When your high goes flat Pakelika's got the best Fix you up fill you up with the fat green snacks Phillies always roll like a wrestlin' match So light it up, go to sleep, Kottonmouth on the creep Horny devils always huntin' always rollin' 3-Deep Three horny devils Three horny devils on the late night creep One, two, three horny devils Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O. C., three horny devils Three horny devils on the late night creep, three horny devils I'm D-Loco, I sip hot cocoa I wont fuck a girl if the bitch is a broke ho I'm Saint Doggy drinkin's my hobby I'll split yo lip if yo ass gets foggy I'm X Daddy bet cha I have these fine young fillies in my '62 Caddy Three horny devils psychotic rebels Rollin' 3-Deep bitch, so turn up yo treble I was born and bred to rip and shread Takin' 7 bong loads to the mother fuckin' head I'm a late night crawler, P-Town Baller Creepin' up on ya like a creepy crawler One, two three horny devils Bass first, then comes the treble O. C. Hit new levels I'm D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin', phillie blunt rollin' My bug ain't stolen not kinda really just some of the parts Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box Not untouchable, but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach Just to get lit and do another song and hear bump, bump all night long I said bump, bump but that's another song and that's another track So bring it back to the facts of the subject Fuck it lets fish bowl this bucket Lets fish bowl this bucket Yea let's fish bowl this bucket
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