We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation

You swept them under the rug cuz we was Caucasian

Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation

We don't give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station

Kottonmouth Kings serves the underground nation



oh no I'm back in the scene still same car

same zip code didn't move too far

same old friends same old story

drink throw up then puke and rally

same old pets I still got Ed

quit smokin bogues now i get head instead

same old bed but i got new sheets

cause the ass i hit now yo you wouldn't believe

still smokin pot still dodgin cops

two things in my life that are never gonna stop

still drivin high bust the same ol tricks

50-50 on the lip kick flip off the hit

same ol jokes pop the same size tokes

still hit the river in the same dope boats

still no coke but smoke an ounce a day

and any jay in the rotation is done



Our whole life is a paid vacation

You probably wont hear us on your radio station

Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation

Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin

Forever circulating on a quest to be free



God damn i got some worn out shit

The same old pants and the dirty ass lid

My worn out socks and my worn out shoes

Still got the same ol sweaters that i never even use

I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house

It's all fuckin faded cuz i always pass out

My bike still rolls you know the BK's a ripper

My skate's gettin old but i got some new stickers

?? the faders leeking over

broke another bong and lost a big nug of ganja

?? just got burned by some candles

i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels

the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass

and the pressure from the faucet for the the water dont blast

im gonna lose it my shits goin south on me

I"m done damn i need some money



Our whole life is a paid vacation

You probably wont hear us on your radio station

Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation

Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin



Same ol X same punk rock veins

Same bounced checks just sign different names

Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains

Same dirty thought, I'm a dick for brains

Same ol story same ol routine

same nympho same old butt feind

same ol player same old ass ways

same ol number back from my club days



Same ol Same ol we got some new shit

I just bought a truck and i got a new crib

well you got a new crib i just purchased a pound

I'm bout to chop it all up and slang it around my town

well i'ma need about 4 to drop my price to the ground

whoa it ain't as serious as it sounds

whoa to the people that have laid the foundation

bob marley cypress hill 2 Short and Total Devistation