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Kottonmouth Kings don't stand for a gang Kottonmouth Kings just let their nuts hang Everyday thang how we hang how we hang Kottonmouth Kings just do our own thang Now this the type of dirt that we be doing everyday Diddy doddy diddy doddy diddy doddy day Make some room so these players can play So we can play on, play on, play on Now I woke up this morning and I thought about Hoss Smoke a cigarette and I check my dirty drawers Threw on some dickies and I grabbed my back chain Slapped it down my waist and let my pants hang Beanie on my head just to cover up my lump The night before got in a fight just cause I was drunk Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bong Took a rip, held it in and I coughed up a lung Burned some incense so I could cover up the smell An everyday thing that I live to tell Put in my Black Flys, covered up my red eyes If that copper pulls me over, well it's lies, lies, lies Now the stereo was on and the CD was bumpin' Insane Clown Posse talkin' bout chicken huntin' Walked up to the fridge opened it up and grabbed my brew Picked up the phone downed the beer and calles the crew Party later on, bonfire, river jetties 56th street so you know there'll be some betties Pacific Coast Highway takes me to my destination Party time baby it's nightly occupation Stepped up the pad, walked in to player's den On the way to mail a note to my brother in the pen There's a smile on your face from my smoothed up style See you later alligator, after while crocodile Now this the type of dirt that we be doing everyday Diddy doddy diddy doddy diddy doddy day Make some room so these players can play So we can play on, play on, play on Now a new day dawning, let's keep things starting Hit the bong, wrote a song, took a piss and farted Dipped my blue jeans in some bleach and starch Mobbin' OC, we need the golden arches Yo, D-Loc, where you at? Saint's hung over and he started to yak He got a micky d's cause we don't know how to act Let's call up Kevin Zinger, hook a 40 sack Tonight's the night, like DJ quick At least three parties that we got to hit And if the cops show up we're gonna start some shit Riot time baby, Kottonmouth click Punk rock music homegrown in OC Adolescents, Doggy Style, DI and Social D No Doubt, Agent Orange, now the PTB The last generation in the dynasty Skates in the sack, let's hit the ditch Broke up with my girl because the ho was a bitch Still that boy that be puttin' it down Representing OC, P-town Now this the type of dirt that we be doing everyday Diddy doddy diddy doddy diddy doddy day Make some room so these players can play So we can play on, play on, play on I bounce a 77 slant nose VW Bug Leaks oil but it rolls, called the Crazy Mug It's little noisy but inside it's all good Got two 15s underneath the hood Well I was rolling down Yorba Linda Boulevard Got the neighborhood bumpin', 15's hittin' hard Dodging and weaving down suburban street 'Til this one housewife started bitchin' at me So I pulled the bug over and I revved it up Over the curb, told her to kiss my ass Gave her the bird, bounced out on that ass Back on the miss to score a sack 77 boned out past a Cadillac Heard a horn honk, it was full of freaks Ladies on my dick cause I'm so unique Turn the bass high and I tilted my lid I'm used to getting jocked on the P-town kid Y'know I'm doing shit that you wish you did Dipped right going 30 round the corner I slid Stopped at the school, jumped on my skate Both freaks showed up, one I used to date They broke out the blunt and they got me stoned Another day gone, say law, so long Now this the type of dirt that we be doing everyday Diddy doddy diddy doddy diddy doddy day Make some room so these players can play So we can play on, play on, play on Who on planet earth gets smoked out everyday Diddy doddy diddy doddy diddy doddy day Bring a fat sack so the homeys can blaze So we can blaze on, blaze on Come on, come on Diddy doddy diddy doddy diddy doddy day...