Psychedelic Funk Lyrics

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're smokin like a blunt

My minds always trippin so you know I can not front

We're the Kottonmouth Kings; we're 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 plant of herb the lord I do thank

Boom, shit, bang, X is the name, dirt slang's the game

And I bang 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

(?), But I huff paint thinner

Took your boo home and that bitch made me dinner

Rolled a couple phillies 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 tagged 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 Kings; we're kickin psychedelic funk

Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, 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?

Been 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

(??) On the curb throw up peace and say lata

Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador,

Told you mother fuckers 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

I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration,
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What's all this talk about a generation? Legalize the plant

Let's free this nation

(Buyaka Buyaka?) Hemp plantation

(Buyaka Buyaka?), 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 Kings; we're kickin psychedelic funk

Puffin on a blunt-indo, schwag, 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' OC

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

(?) wearing' (?) that don't fit

Dirty wife beaters, I should just quit

But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legit

Whores in my hand as I bounce 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 oldie 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 Kings; we're kickin psychedelic funk

Puffin on a blunt indo, schwag, or skunk

Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

Scratch pow, don't ask me how

Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you anyhow

Take that! Let's fishbowl this bitch

What's the time? Its time to get lit

Buyaka buyaka, spliff 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