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Kottonmouth Kings Hidden Stash Ii The Kream Of The Krop

live fast some die young we smoke our family trees transferring transactions check the note in your bag its a message from the kings letting you know

this is your brain on drugs check this out this is your brain on drugs i was like that before i started this is your brain on drugs see ya around buddy

mind's playing tricks on me I'm feeling high, my sacks getting lonely Goddamn, homie, my mind's playing tricks on me This year 420 fell on a weekend Kottonmouth Kings

'cause we was Caucasian Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation We don't give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station Kottonmouth Kings

another day gone... sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue snapped it through and my lungs start

crowds gettin' tired it's their heads that bob I got a job but I ain't callin' it work Gettin' paid to smoke herb ain't work it's absurd Kottonmouth Kings

where you gonna go when you can't get high now who you gonna call when you feel so low where you gonna turn for some inspiration new destinations is where

watch these visions get burned like the thumb from my lighter the tighter we grow watch us blow and inspired throw more GAS on the fire kottonmouth kings

this is your brain on drugs check this out this is your brain on drugs i was like that before i started this is your brain on drugs see ya around buddy