Creep creep. I'm the creep. The creep.
For the kind bud, OC latenight.
Rollin' in the v-dub.
Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' fo' a sack.
All I've learned, I'll head for burn.
BSO's got my back.
Right on. Right on, brother.
Blaze on. Better rip that shit! Rip it!
Yea, this is that 1605 shit.
The real Huntington Beach, backyard fuckin' garage style
Bump! Bump-bump! That's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
Said bump! Bump-bump! We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk about.
Saint's what they shout "You got ALL the clout!"
A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King.
1605 fool pass me the bing.
Now the stereo was off. I sway, push play.
You hear Humble Gods from a mile away.
All the heads are bobbin' 'cos the bass is bumpin', D-Loc is mumblin' "I got a lil somethin'!"
Now they pass me a hornet and I took a sip.
Sparked up a bowl and I tool a rip trip.
Came to a halt at an intersection.
Turned up the music at my discretion.
D-Loc in the back says "What do I see!
A Jeep fulla freeks just starin' at me!"
D-Loc was right, they were in a Range Rover.
Looked over my should. I pulled them all over.
They got out the car and stepped to my side.
I said "Hello, ladies! Let's take a ride!
I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man.
Daddy X is the one that's drivin' the van.
So climb on in and don't be shy.
We gonna close the doors and let the games be fly.
Once again, I said it. My Name's St.
It's just another day of a PTB."
C'mon c'mon!
Bump! Bump-bump! That's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
Said bump! Bump-bump! We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!
Bump! Bump-bump! That's the sound to the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk!
Said bump! Bu
