This is Kona-Gold from the Hawaiian Islands of creation Mass plantation With the Kottonmouth Kings burnin' up the nation Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through front And when we're on stage yeah we'll smoke ya like a blunt My minds always trippin 'so you know I cannot front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin psychedelic funk Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk Shit it's a damn good day, got money in the bank Gas in my tank, pays for my dank Got a new Paramax, money for the taxes And for the plenty herb the lord I do thank Boom, shit, bang, X is the name Dirt slang's the game and I bangs poontang It's the first county all league pimp selection Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner Once was a preacher, but I huff paint thinner Took your woo home and that bitch made me dinner Rolled a couple pinners and I went up in her It's the capital D, the L-O-C Can't nobody even fuck with me, (hell no) My style is free, I bangs the P I tag the circle "A" for anarchy Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt My minds always trippin' so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk Puffin on a blunt, indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk Hot Damn! I'm back in my van Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan? Pig sniffin' around like Toucan Sam WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van I said fuck the police I'm an old school skater Roll aside the curb, throw peace and say later Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador Told you motherfuckers I'm an old school skater I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware Well I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration Easy access for easy penetration What's all this talk about a generation? Legalize the plant Lets free this nation Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. hemp plantation Boo ya ka Boo ya ka.. free this nation Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin' like a blunt My minds always trippin' so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka Chocolate factory, I take more hits than Tonka Light you up like blanca, get u buzzin' like a bee We're the bong tokin' fiends representin' O.C. Oh oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mix Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks Your bitch is on my dick, your momma is too And this is going out to the Kottonmouth Krew Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit Dirty wife beaters, size that just quit But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legit Board's in my hands as I bail through the pit Punk rock and I can't forget cha Kottonmouth Kings up in the picture Suburban Noise, man I thought you knew And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool Yes we're comin' through with an old deep brew West coast juggalos sayin' hoodie hoo Don't watch your back cause we're comin' through the front And when we're on stage we're smokin' like a blunt My minds always trippin' so you know I can not front We're the Kottonmouth King Klick, kickin' psychedelic funk Puffin' on a blunt indo, swag, or skunk Southern Cali punks kickin' psychedelic funk Scratch pow, don't ask me how Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you any how Take that! Let's fishbowl this bitch What's the time? It's time to get lit Boo ya ka Boo ya ka, splif to the clip Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip Inhale, hold it real deep Orange County horny devils back on the fuckin' creep!