Альбом Kottonmouth Kings

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...

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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

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

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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

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

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

*This is a cover of a Digital Underground song*

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

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

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