and dissin' his momma nigga you can't fade me [Joe Budden:] They say he a bastard for real Then they see the ass on his girl So they wonderin', why he
the floor a-come alive, yall a-gimme what ya got cause im guaranteed to make you rock i said 1-2-3-4 tell me wonder mike what are you waitin for?
of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy Clairvoyant
never be global like Tupac But the local boys keep my shit hard in they jukebox Sittin' here pretending I'm not tipsy Watching over sensitive hippies Use my records for they
yo head till I make you sick whoa I represent in the bay, could give a fuck what you say All the minors wishin to be made cuz they to young to play I
out, and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for
[Daddy X - Talk] Kings and kweens, stoners growers and tokers across the planet. put your litas In the sky and fire it up for the KottonMouth Kings!!! [
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and then I strut for em And if anybody got problems, I'ma cut for em In this atmosphere now you can disappear smoke thick Shells bail like tailbacks lookin for
on the floor! A-come alive y'all, and gimme whatcha got cause I'ma guaranteed to make you rock I said one, two, three, four Tell me Albert Brown, what are you waiting for
I'm gonna freak you here, I'm gonna freak you there I'm gonna freak you out of this atmosphere Cuz I'm one-of-a-kind, I shocked your mind Look what they