Tytuł: First Class

• Wykonawca: Kottonmouth Kings
• Wyświetleń: 272

It's time to smoke
  
  Blaze all day, every day
  Each way, the right way
  My way, greenhay, we high
  Been there done that
  Big blunts, fat sacks
  Hit it fast, make it last
  First class, we blaze
  
  Shit's all finger licking good when you rollin' through the hood
  Twistin Lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the wood
  Cuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunk
  I like to smoke a bitch and been known to slap a blunt
  Make the crowd jump, people say them kids got styles
  Renting jewels for your videos you frontin' with that smile
  Acting wild but you ain't even skirt in the pit
  Talking shit, ain't worth a lick
  You wanna bark, then you'll get bit, woof
  Blow the roof off like an atom bomb
  D-Loc to Johnny Richter's like ping to pong
  Ain't nothing wrong, don't fix shit if it ain't broke
  We ain't no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes,
  Motherfuckers
  
  Blaze all day, every day
  Each way, the right way
  My way, greenhay, we high
  Been there done that
  Big blunts, fat sacks
  Hit it fast, make it last
  First class, we blaze
  
  My voice is swayin, people always ask me what I'm sayin'
  Playin' (shottie?) for the women, so I'm smooth operating
  Just (plain gamin?), while you smokin on the hay
  And for the peeps who are working (??) start your savin'
  
  I keep it clean shaven, around 4 corners
  We warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold us
  Like soldiers we fold ya, keep our composure
  Roll you in a joint, light you up and smoke ya
  
  Only take so much shwag, made me (??) and gag,
  It's time to smoke some (??) so i reached in my bag
  Fix my sag as i pulled out my orange zig zags
  You know the Kottonmouth Kings, the worlds' greatest tag
  
  Team, we gleam, i spit poisonous juice
  Abuse microphones, let my flow run loose
  Calling out all troops, puttin' weight up on the table
  Bring a scale, round by round, check the soundscan
  
  Damn D-Loc we the cream of the crop,
  DJ Bobby B, Daddy X, and Pak, who locks to beats
  Sportin' high top docs, slangin' pounds of pot
  Take from us, better not
  
  Blaze all day, every day
  Each way, the right way
  My way, greenhay, we high
  Been there done that
  Big blunts, fat sacks
  Hit it fast, make it last
  First class, we blaze
  
  I got a knack for bud smoke chronic (??)
  D-Loc's no joke, toke for toke, he'll float your boat
  (??) down my throat, took off my coat
  Was it wet? It was soaked
  Out smoke you? Not really, nope
  Sat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smoke
  A little bit of change, some dank, I was broke
  No dollar stretched out, felt like a stroke
  Brain transformed, like I was on the dose
  Provoke, no coke, I never done roak
  You gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roach
  Tryin' to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toast
  On the coast to coast, deep in the post
  Got my eyes on my crops, watchin' over my gross
  Just daze you a little, damn he's kinda dope
  
  (I see that I might have underestimated him
  You have obviously underestimated my power)
  
  Blaze all day, every day
  Each way, the right way
  My way, greenhay, we high
  Been there done that
  Big blunts, fat sacks
  Hit it fast, make it last
  First class, we blaze