Life Ain't What It Seems

Life ain't what it seems It ain't no fuckin' dream So get a grip upon your shit And make sure your pipe's clean When I drink booze put a Crown on my Royal Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out foil Put a grip to my lip Dip it in honey oil Smoke to the butt, put it out in the soil Damn Saint Dog I'm out of weed again I feel ya Pockets lookin' thin, ain't got a dime to spend Fuck the system I'll smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend Judicial system got me wishin' I was president I got a grudge against the judgement that's irrelevant I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence Shit every other night I'm getting hella bent I roll my skate to relate to this society No money in my pockets cause they lie to me Lie to me too No papes to my name you see my bong broke I guess that's why they call me crazy D-Loc Life ain't what it seems It ain't no fuckin' dream So get a grip upon your shit And make sure your pipe's clean When I grow buds I put keef on my soil Put your green in the bean and I make my water boil Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil Evian in the bong so the water don't spoil Damn Loc Dog I'm outa drink again Buds lookin' slim I need a Heineken My bros locked down doing nine or ten Get back 'em up crack, can you comprehend This city got me witty on his way of life I ride up with the fuck skin it with my knife There's a zone in my dome called the twilight I'm down for my crown each and every night Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my flow Make you say damn Bro, I got to go to a show Life ain't what it seems It ain't a dream that I had planned But I'm St.Vicious and Daddy X is payin' Life ain't what it seems It ain't no fuckin' dream So get a grip upon your shit And make sure your pipe's clean Now when I read a mag I put a grand on my royal Government lies Oh they make my water boil R.I.P. to my peeps Six feet in the soil Riverside home town represents stay loyal No money for a skate No change for the taxman Went surfin' with O'keefe But forgot the sex wax Have a purple friend who helps to relax A one foot glass called the paramax Now afternoon to you is my morning I wake up hit the roach and then I'm snoring Out of bed around three, take seven B.T.'s Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soaring I pertains an ill congested vibe Makes ladies strive for my bozack Addicted like Prozac You know that I track 'em like lojack I'm slicker and quicker I'll stick you like Kojak I'm alone within this rhyme that I created There's one that I been faded Won't trade it, so give me my space Government controls So they hate it Our life it has been changing And faded We're getting erased Life ain't what it seems It ain't no fuckin' dream So get a grip upon your shit And make sure your pipe's clean Life ain't what it seems It ain't no fuckin' dream So get a grip upon your shit And make sure your pipe's clean