KOTTONMOUTH KINGS - hidden stash (1999) Frontline Roll It Up Everyday Love Songs Shouts Going Out Three Horny Devils Freaks Of The Industry Nightlife Pimp Twist ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Frontline" These fly rhymes and high times are brought to you by Suburban Noize. Dloc, Saint vicious, DJ Bobby B, Pakelika. The bakers man. Bake me a cake as fast as you can. Polish up the crown then watch it shine. The Kottonmouth kings are on the frontline. Fly Rhymes, high times suburban noize gotta be on the frontline. Zig Zags, chronic sacks,tell the girls they been riding with some big macs. Gettin, burnt smokin herbs, just an everyday thing in suburbs Bass high, treble low, nothin but some big west coast jugalos, jugalos. Now I take 10 steps turn and break out the hoop. Grip my sack tightly cause I'm about to shoot. Wind in my ear the I can see Voices whisper clear, "Smoke another ST." So I do I fire it up, round 1, round 2, now I'm lifted up 3,4 can I stand and handle 1 more. I'm in the sky am I knockin on heavens door? Now I'm loading up the clip and I'm pullin through, I see the little black hole that says I missed you. I can feel the expansion in my chest, I let go I'm stress free there's no worries left. my mind travels and my eyes gloss, I reminisce about the days I hung with big hoss. An even though he's locked down many still knows that Saint Dog's got love for his big bro. Going, going gone, that's it just blazed my last sack. Case to the head so I can see black. So yo, that's that, pack me another rip so I can lay back and let my mind start to trip. (Why me) Dloc, call me stoner of the krew. If you fuckin with my stash then I'm fuckin with you. Saint Dog's got my back. "Man I thought ya knew!" Fly rhymes, high times, suburban noize comin through. Now MaryJane, she's my girl, nowdays seems like the bitch rules my world. And everytime our lips meet, she's got me loungin like a leaf on a bud tree. You know I like to stay high. I got the old school ride. 77' bug and it's white on the outside. But on the inside it's full of bitches, and ounce of erb and 17 switches. Who's that drunk that slurs and spits? "Saint!" Who gets trashed and likes to talk some shit?"Saint!" Get me on the skate and I bosut a heelflip, speak with dirt slang and I just can't quit. I'm D-LOC-er the late night toker. Royal flush gots you bluffin like a game of poker. 66 stylee, face goes smiley, I like to live the life of riley Now I'm saint dog but ya already know, that sick fly, still high, dope style flow. When my clock strikes 12 ask me where I'm gonna go, p-town baby suburban jugalo. Well, I'm DLOC steady blazin grass, got the phunky green buds and the transparent glass. If I had you a 20 then my sack you pass. If it comes up short I'm gonna bust that ass. saint dog I'm the hog I'm the leader of the krew. Stunt man hittin hard on the avenue. Or is it all because I drank too many brws? Porn Star lifestyle so I say fuck you! I got 2 skateboards I eat hash and spam. My uncle, my pops aint buyin me a I got a girlish girl I call her Tiki doll. I like to get high and play dunkball I like to get high aint a punk yall!! kottonmouth kings's in the house so pack ya bowl & we aint nothin but some big west coast jugalos!! Yeah!! kottonmouth kings! Bringing ya more suburban noize for ya speakers. Ya tweakers! The pimp daddies, laying the track down, O.C. underground sound. When ya come to P-Town... Bye bye... Bye bye. "Roll It Up" Roll it up then, confrontation Smoke it up then, heal the nation Roll it up then, burn the ganja I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand Let me take you on a trip, deep where I venture With the P-Town ballers in the city of Placentia What we gonna do? Fool I though you knew We're gonna fishbowl this bitch and roll the avenue Man I'm barkin, park so we can get this sparked and We'll score a fat sack and there wont be no more then We'll make a right turn, the shef'll burn Break out the two-four and put the bowl on turn We need to hurry up because my high's straight escapin We need a sixty roll because this bowl I'm sick of scrapin We're gettin low on herb, I found a twenty on the curb I got about a fifty, so Loc what's the word? Its some herb, we bout to blaze it (that's what I'm sayin), We'll score a fat sack and smoke till we're hazin Never perpetrate me because we just got lifted Saint call some freaks ,why me, cuz you're gifted Roll it up then, confrontation Smoke it up then, heal the nation Roll it up then, burn the ganja I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand Saint we got low cuz we smoked all our dough That shit was straight legit when I hit it I almost choked Man he broke, and too bad we aint no joke Two hits and pass that, man I want another roach The sad oversoked man I want some mo That shit got me tipsy I almost fell out the door Let me say times cuz that sucker livin' Shake in my somthin that fools start trippin What's a man to do when the avenues of life comes crashin down? It makes me think twice, with the j out your hand You aint nothin but a rookie Tryin to drop science but your mind is playin hooky Pay attention Loc, I only speak the truth Sing along with the song sendin out to the youth: Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life Roll a man a joint and he'll smoke for a night Teach him how to roll and he'll smoke for life Roll it up then, confrontation Smoke it up then, heal the nation Roll it up then, burn the ganja I need to pass the roach because its burning my hand Man I'm gettin stressed, I need to hit the cess I need to get some herb so I can calm my nerves Lets get some sinsemilla, its twenty a quarter Naw lets get some kind bud its willin to float ya Now check it out I get a twenty from my girl I get a quarter bag of the ? shwag that makes you hurl Look what I got I just got my double chamber We smoke it with a double, its clipped, prepare for danger And if a stranger wants to get a taste of it He can take a hit and trip and pay me for my rip I try to have two sacks in case one gets lonely There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only Bud smokers only, bud smokers only There's a sign on my door that says bud smokers only Man I'm gettin hungry we need to get some food Man I need some chronic to get me in the mood Well hold up, my pager is blowin up Yeah that's X-Daddy, looks like we'll be rollin up Roll it up then Smoke it up then Roll it up then "Everyday" [This one's dedicated, to the big LT and the reality of life] Take a moment smoke a bowl, let's talk about life (What's that?) Simply reality of life, now death to the motherfucker that causes strife R.I.P. Uncle Roy God bless your wife, R.I.P. Uncle Mark God bless your wife I guess we can't call em in this life of the strife Now my pops was there when Uncle Roy got buried So my pops was there when Sheila got married Represent for his brother AKA best friend I was there for myself and Big Hoss in the pen In this life of sin it takes me gin to get by, no lie, I steady blaze and forever stay high Don't try to understand it, this life you can't plan it Just don't take it for granted Life, to live while you live Death, to give what you get Pain, the reality of change I wonder whether, things will ever get better Everday, there's more pain that comes my way And so I pray, the lord to take me away And if I lay, in the casket 6 feet deep I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me I picture life as a dream here today gone tomorrow Love equals hollow, hate equals sorrow Now follow the real as I take you to a field in my mind where I journey Sucker bitches can't burn me, bring an attorney Cuz since child birth I've been raised to do dirt on this earth, yes it hurts To find out that i can't get away from all the pressures and pain And misfortunes that I've gained straight Sometimes a fire grows inside, hatred starts to rise, Still i can't despise all the lies I've been told, the secrets they hold The government control, man fuck five-O So I say, keep your faith in the J, Saint Dog and great smokes a pack a day Keep your faith in the J, every day I pray Keep your faith in the J, man pass it this way.. Everday, there's more pain that comes my way And so I pray, the lord to take me away And if I lay, in the casket 6 feet deep I ask to be at ease and please don't mourn me "Love Songs" Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs If you think about it all the time, and you can't it off your mind, And you'll hit it before you hit the kind (yeah right) I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs Now I once knew this bitch named Antoinette, body like a 'Vette Had a pussy like a jet, and it was always wet One night me and Loc had to put it to the test I called her up come through 10:30 I'll bring the condoms she'll bring the herb, D She showed up, we got straight to the point Broke out the herb and we rolled a couple joints, then we all start blazing Next thing ya know, 3 joint rotation Before ya know it she was taking off her clothes D-Loc whispered to me, its another freak show We dog it out like her last name was rover, We hit the butt, got up cuz it was over And to you it might be right or wrong But to the Kottonmouth kings its just another love song I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs Well I once knew this bitch named Sally Met her at a club way out in the valley Took her to the pad and you know she was down, To get with all 3 hoods from P-Town, then Daddy X walked in (hey now) I was hittin from behind, I was nuttin on that chin, Then he joined on the action Pulled out a jimmy strapped it on and started taxing Right then I heard a knock on the door Bobby B and Pakelika, Can ya handle 2 more? Now this shits getting crazy, 6 dicks flashing damn she amaze me She musta been coked up, (why) cuz she took B Dub's 12 inches in the butt She had dicks up in her, one in the booty, one in the coochie Grabbing at it like it was dinner I'm the late night creeper, fuck around I'll get you put up in a sleeper And any other bull I'll run deeper, I even got your momma on my beeper Bitch! Take a rip off the kind, yes and what you will find is another plateau To exhilarate your mind, so break out the herbs and pack up the bongs We're all getting lifted kicking round love songs I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it I'm an orgasm addict I always gotta have it If you think about it all the time, and you can't it off your mind And you'll hit it before you hit the kind (yeah right) You're an orgasm addict you always gotta have it You're an orgasm addict you always gotta have it Sex in the morning, sex in the evening, sex almost anytime Sex if its easy, sex if its greasy, never let it pass on by And I won't turn down the kind with a piece of mind, But if you ask Daddy X, it's ass before herb each and every time Pimp Daddy's laying the track down, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings Kottonmouth Kings, Kottonmouth Kings "Shouts Going Out" This shout goes out to the most high, DJ Rob Harris Shouts going out to the next plane of reality I know you can hear it I know you can feel it I'm alone, so I'm a loner Smoke weed, so I'm a stoner Got that ill sick vibe That make you say bye bye bye boner Let my pants hang, cuz it ain't no thang I'm taggin P-Town Loc, while I'm puffin' Mary Jane At the level C, sat out there smokin' dubs Saint Dog hangin' deep with those rude boy thugs On the m-i-c rippin' shit for the ill love So pass me the J, so i can get lit Hit.. like a daily occupation Hit.. let's form a rotation Hit.. now breathe it in and pass it to the left Hit.. Kottonmouth is the Best Shouts going out to the city where i venture It's the city of Placentia Living your life ain't never been better Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plain Living lifestyles, blazin' on the Mary Jane Kottonmouth gonna send ya.. right back where you venture Now green boards Blue sky Stress free No try Green bud D dub's call it O.C. life Family barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms No drive bys its all about drive-ins Hittin' skins in the back of a Mercedes Benz And you can rest assured that the herbs always pure And the brews that we drink are for sure to make you slur Pacific Co., Dragon Stout, Newcastle Brown Ale Dark beer Daddy brews in the pound O.C. is the place that we're talkin' about So O.C. is the place where the shouts go out Shouts going out to the city where i venture It's the city of Placentia Living your life ain't never been better Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane Kottonmouth ballers blazin' on the Mary Jane Kottonmouth gonna send ya Right back to Placentia Now the shots be gettin' shot from the left to the right Kottonmouth gonna take you on a flight Now gettin' you up with that dub that we smoke late night I'll be blazin' on that pipe so i can bust on the mic Smokin' cloves, bustin' blows where i go Saint Dog with that flow comin' out of my soul Got that psychadelic flow with that punk rock stroll Got the spikes in my hair, I let my pants hang low Dog Boy, Humble Gods got my back no doubt So to the city where you venture shows go out Shouts going out to the city where you venture Any city that ya been ta Living your life ain't never been better Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane Living lifestyles blazin' on the Mary Jane Kottonmouth gonna send ya Right back to Placentia Anywhere that you venture Right back to Placentia O.C., but its that Riverside in me "Three Horny Devils" 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' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya beta 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 77 slant nose V-dub biatch Well this is for the bitchez and the bitch boyz 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 wa was to the head wa was to the head Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head D-Loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red Its 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' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool I'm gettin' drunk smokin blunts like these white boys should They call me crazy crack straight peckerwood But I'm just a kid walkin' on this earth And yes I rock the microphone for what its worth And for what its 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 I beat in the mic some ask 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) 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 pot 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 betcha 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 this (?) 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 haha One, two three horny devils Bass first, then comes the treble O.C. hittin new levels I'm D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin', phillie blunt rollin', My bug ain't stolen naw, kinda, not really just some of the parts Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box Man I touch a brew but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach Just to get lit and do another show ya 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 lets fish bowl this bucket "Freaks Of The Industry" 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 The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G Now they say that first do it means do it, time to freak, Saint Dog gets to it Not a heavy weight, but I'll go twelve rounds with a jab of the stick I'm going lick for lick, so give me the helmet, I'll be the stunt man Just relax, and I won't front like arena, I mean to get the cream of the crop And I'll be taking it slow, never missing a spot, yes caress your back n chest You're kissing on my nose ring, I'll whisper in your ear Saint Dog Kottonmouth King, Oh big ST that's what you'll be screaming and creaming But its not a wet dream its the real, the freaky dog, dog nasty, Never letting a kitty cat get past me, without picking it up, petting it Teasing it, taking 3 home and pleasing it We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth Kings The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G Say you're G-in, nobody else is seeing And the freak that your with's in front of you, bending over naked As she's leaning on the dresser, boo-yeah, you're looking at her from the rear She looks just like Rebecca, not Rebecca with the singing career But the X rated video queen, ya know what I mean? All right here's the scene, you're lying on your back With your head on the edge of the bed The booty's 2 feet from your head, should you A. take the time to find a condom, B. walk right over and you pound em C. tell her that you want her love, well the answer is D. all of the above So you're freakin, the furniture's squeakin, she's tweaking, Saying that she's weak in the knees, cheek for cheek, and pound for pound I'm taxing it and waxing it and working it around Till the booty starts making that clapping sound Which is cool but your friends are chillin in the other room The clap is getting louder, you don't want them to clown you In this situation, what do you do? A. plainly simply back up off her B. you hit it just a little bit softer C. you take it out and put it in her butt Well this for Daddy X yo, yo listen up I put a towel on the floor by the 2 inch gap under the door And now ya can't see me anymore, to the lock to the top, But they can't listen, there'll be no barging in, there'll be no dissin Get back to the mission, broke out the whip cream and the cherry I go through all the 5 positions, my head under her leg under my arm under her toe She says I like it when you scream, Daddy let yourself go, I hit it, slid it, lick it, quit it, after the ride I put my clothes on I walk outside, And before anybody has a chance to speak I say Yo I'm Daddy X I guess I'm just a freak We're the freaks of the industry, Suburban Noize, Kottonmouth kings The freaks of the industry, and when ya see us back stage be prepared to G "Nightlife" Night life, hey girlie don't ya frown That's right, Saint's parents are outta town Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right That's right, cuz kottonmouths in the house tonight Well I'm sittin at Saint's, gettin' ready for the party Sippin' on a tall cat (?), callin' up the hotties come over here and get a rip of this dank I love the lovely herb so i loaded the thang (the lord i do thank?) The stereos bumpin' got some freaks on the way Man i need another tall one to get in my sway The freaks show up we're gonna look like no other Hey dude watch out she's got a big ass brother No need to worry, don't even stress Look at honey over yonder in the tight black dress Damn you ain't lying no need for dissention Now check out my skillz as I get her attention Hey shorty, hey shorty, hey shorty Girl don't act like you don't know me Night life, hey girlie don't ya frown That's right, Saint's parents are outta town Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right That's right, cuz kottonmouths in the house tonight We forgot our box of smokes so off we went Are you alright to drive? Nah bitch i'm bent When i heard that man i knew it was trouble Bitch was stompin on the brakes like hes Barney Rubble Back to 22 (??) when we got to the liquor store Slide on my shades as i walked through the front door Cuz yo, i was steady blazed, i felt like i was in Jimi's purple haze I bought a bag of chips cuz you know i got the munchies And some ruff riders for all the freaky honeys Hey yo, stop barkin' you're fuckin' up my high And i got the freak with the light brown eyes Man pussy ain't got a name on it Every time loc's drunk he tries to put a claim on it So if yer gonna crack man you better do it right Cuz theirs 3 kottonmouths in the house tonight Night life, hey ladies don't you frown That's right, Richter's parents are out of town Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right Kottonmouths in the house tonight When we got back to the party the place was packed Look at all the hotties, I'm about to mack Should we take the back door? No lets cruise the front Oh yeah - and Dloc fire up that phillie blunt Look over there, bitches straight kissin' Tongue rings and all, what the fuck we missin? Lesbos, the best lay in town Lesbos, they like to play around Lesbos, they're really freaky chicks The only problem is they don't like to play with dicks Now the cops just arrived and they're ringin on the bell Everybody keep it down, i put some clothes on my self You see here son we've had a few too many calls There's far too much noise knockin' off these walls You need to break it up, you're disturbin the peace Well, I'm sorry officer, fuck the police! Night life, yo bitches don't you frown That's right, Daddy Richter's outta town Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right That's right, cuz kottonmouths in the house tonight Night life, hey girlies don't you frown That's right, kottonmouth is in your town Night life, and you know we're gonna do it right That's right, kottonmouth in the house tonight Kottonmouth, punk rock "Pimp Twist" That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door What you got D-Toke? Now what you got ST? Teach me how to get my mack to a T First of all, I put that pimp twist on her Then I let her know that I'm a P-Town baller Next thing you know, you see I get no rejection High in charisma, smooth-ass complexion I'm Daddy X and I come with correction You know there's infection, so wear some protection Ain't nobody slicker than B-Dub on the mixer Don't bring your girlfriend 'round because he's down to get with her Fool what you barkin', it must be the liquor I'm back on your bitch so stick around like a sticker Naw, but I'm quicker cuz I'm the D-L-O-C All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your lady It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Yeah, yeah, pimpin ain't easy! That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door Yo I'm Saint Dub, and known to drink some brandy I gots the foul whistle cuz it comes in handy I once knew this bitch by the name of Candy But he kicked her out because the punani was sandy Saint Dog kicked her out, Daddy X took her in Massengil, Summer's Eve, then I sexed her skin No girlfriend because they're too damn hectic I only like the ones that are down to get naked Well Loc knew Candy, I knew that bitch I took her out once, made her think I'm rich Romance, slow dance, made her feel great And at the end of the night I worked that ass like a slave Loc did you call her? I didn't bend a wrist Fool, I thought you knew it's the fucking pimp twist It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Kottonmouth is the crew that the ladies miss Yes, they down with this, and so they reminisce About the day they were caught up in the pimp twist That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door Now P-Town ballers is the name I claim Been through many cities and it's all the same I see a freak, I look in her direction 5 minutes later she'll be licking my erection Now I'm not a cock blocker like you might suppose Just a game I run on these mother fucking hos Like I once knew this girl named Vanessa, I undressed her Last December, or November. Was it September? I'm a stoner reeking havoc, I don't remember, shit! Hold your seat Let me take you to another plateau Exhilaration of your mind comes with my flow Really though, I'll let you know I'm that boy ST Exposing your mind to the rhymes of a P-Town baller I'll make your girl holler my name in pain as I proceed to call her My versatile machine on my new found lady Hit it once and she'll be down to pay me No babies cuz I elect to protect From that HIV shit if my dick gets erect, so check After I'm through, it's out the door, I thought you knew I'm a P-Town Baller, fool I gotta tell the crew It's the pimp twist, it's the pimp twist Kottonmouth make a sweet girl turn a trick And yes, she's down with this, and so she'll reminisce About the days she was caught up in the pimp twist Perpetrator? Naw, educator Playa hata? More like a generator Hesitater? Naw, demonstrator Masturbator? Naw, masticator on you old lady's twat The shit was hot, the pussy got got, I hit the G-spot My other buddy ate it, his tongue got rot But he knew what he was in for when the booze got bought Now that's not a lot but that's food for thought You gotta bur up if she's hot to trot Like it or not you need to smoke more pot And think about your problems, connect the dots That's life, that's the way it goes Layin' down laws and taxin' hos Sometimes I can't take no more Always leaving shows through the back door With the dirty ho, through the back door Took the little skeezy to the mo-mo And now it's oh no about the info Gotta keep the shit on the down low On the down low, about the info Gotta keep the shit on the down low