Creep creep, I'm on the creep creep for the kind bud

O.C. late night, rollin' in the V-Dub

Sick of scrapin' resin so I'm lookin' for a sackAll I learn, I'll head for burn

BSO's got my backBetter rip that shit, rip itYeah, this is that 1605 shit

The real Huntington Beach backyard fuckin' garage styleBump, Bump, Bump

That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk

Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe'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 King1605... (fool pass me the bing)

Now the stereo is off, I sway, push playYou hear Humble Gods from a mile away

All the heads are bobbin' cause the bass is bumpin'

D-Loc is mumblin'... (I gotta little somethin)

Well then he passed me a Hornet and I took a sip

Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, tripCame to a halt at an intersection

Turned up the music at my discretionD-Loc in the back saying, "What do I see?

A jeep full of freaks just staring at me."

D-Loc was right they was in the Range Rover

Looked over my shoulder, I pulled 'em all over

They got out of 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 driving the vanSo climb on in and don't be shy

We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly

Once again I said it my name's S-TIt's just another day of a P-T-B

Bump, Bump, BumpThat's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk

Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck

Saint Dog putting down for the suburban pride...

And I was livin' my life on the 9 to 5Up early in the morning trying to survive

A chump change, it's a shame with no educationNo inspiration, no destination

But now my occupation is to do what I likeKeep the crowd moving and rock the mic

Cuz if I don't rock it then another sucker will

And if you don't jock it then I can't pay the bill

Trip Daddy X threw me out on stage (Hey!)Said Saint represent for the under age

Same damn year, my face is up in raysGot that ring in my nose labeled 16 gauge

Nah, Saint Dog, I hunt ducks with a 12 gauge

And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed

Get me on the court my skills will put you in amazeT-T-T-Tickin a twine all day

Bump, Bump, Bump,That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk

Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck

Said Bump, Bump, Bump,

That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk

Said Bump, Bump, BumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck

Said Bump, Bump, Bump,

That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk

Said Bump, Bump, Bump...D-Loc's on the pipe rip rip's it up!

It's the unpolitical, psychoanalyticalUndefeated champ that will stick you fool

My style is crazy not wooka waaka lazy

If you chill with me I'll be sure to... (blaze thee)

Plant you in the ground let you drift like a daisy

That shits in my system makes my life kinda hazy

My momma, my poppa I think I should tell them

The j got to my head, it fucked up my cerebellum

It's about time to compute your mathCuz my beats keep bumpin' like a seismograph

See I've tripped before but never like this

Straight to my mind put my brain on a bliss

I won't fake the funk when I smokin' on da skunk

That 40 bowl evil get my pink eye drunk

And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance

I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced

My flows are silky soft... like I write and my lesson

And now a lyricist, poetry in motionTo each and to each I cause a commotion

Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion

Farewell to all and to all good nightI'll leave ya these ????? out all night..

Wait, Wait, Wait you said ????? that shit will suck you up

Get off the ????? and rock the bumpBump, bump, bump,

That's the sounds of the 15's while they hittin' in my trunk

Said bump, bump, bumpWe're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck!Biatch