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Correct Welcome To The Suburbs Lyrics
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Kottonmouth Kings
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Correct Welcome To The Suburbs
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(Talking) Home sweet home Let me take a drink of my fucking bud lite Yo Richter, lite that joint yo X Yo yo yo Turn the porch light on Welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green Home of the mouthafucking Kottonmouth Kings Where days become nights and nights become dreams Where everything gets lost in between (Johnny Richter) Welcome to my block with the spot that I call my home Where the locks are unlocked and I got cellular phones Where the Kings was formed the true Kings is from Sitting right in Orange County living under the sun (D-Loc) Growing up in the 'burbs Where the herbs the word The herb herb herb You know the herbs the word We as high as some birds You can use my turn Don't test Kottonmouth or your might get served (Daddy X) Now your gunna get served and a kick to the curb Where this kings click stay and looks for some premium herb Every day, every day, every body, outa mind Take a trip with us with the sticky untied (Hook 1) We rather get high more than one time Never hit the shwag always smoking on the Ganga Everybody gotta have a bong We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though When the Kings toke we're blown from the kind My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy Every body gotta have a bong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) (D-Loc) With my out grown caddi Got the color of a cookie looking butter pecan 'cause you know I can Rolling away too cute on my way to Thrifties 'Bout to shoot a lil' hoops and get a scoop for fifty I'm balling doo wa diddy diddy dumb Throw it up in the burbs, drinking beers; having fun And I'm always on the run with a sack in my pocket Kottonmouth Kings, yo we the hot topic (Johnny Richter) You can find me rolling in my truck just as high as fuck You can find me hitting my bud on the way to the pump You can find me in mid ank on my way to my moms 'cause if I don't get high I won't be staying 'til nine Ya see I'm puffing a Jays on avenues and high ways I might be ripping off my foldable portable veins And I never slip at all I'm either smoking or drinking con Ninety nine percent of the time I'm going outa my mind (Hook 1) We rather get high more than one time Never hit the shwag always smoking on the Ganga Everybody gotta have a bong We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though When the Kings toke we're blown from the kind My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy Every body gotta have a bong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Talking) Yo Yo Yo man growing up in the burbs It was good you know what I mean It was five dollars an hour like me your done From g's to ki's Welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green Home of the mouthafucking Kottonmouth Kings Where days become nights and nights become dreams Where everything ain't what it seems (Johnny Richter & D-Loc in this order) Bout to get my buzz blooming 'cause it's close to noon double grippin on the blue Steady sipping 'til I'm through 'cause I ain't one to pound But can go all day Loc and Richter never play Get it straight Get outta the way You know, back in the day we built a late bed Only role it to the beach when it's double on the head I go down to the west and watch some kamikaze runs And if I'm outta joints I'm going home You're done hee-haw I think I heard a donkey (donkey) You a weird moutha fucka D; recently a seen a new look in your eyes That's me expanding my high searching for its eyes Well I'm twitching my thumb and flicking any bitch You know I listen to my pops 'and call the neighbors fuckin pricks Special hit from the streets Now you know when it's a lie Now I'm filling up my bong FILLING ANY TIME!! (Hook 1) We rather get high more than one time Never hit the shwag always smoking on the Ganga Everybody gotta have a bong We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though When the Kings toke we're blown from the kind My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy Every body gotta have a bong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) (Hook 2) We're running outa money we're running outa time Never hit the shwag always smoking on the ganga Everybody gotta have a bong We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though We rather get high more than one time My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
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