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Three horny devils on the late night creep |
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One, two, three horny devils |
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Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C. |
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Bass first, then comes the treble |
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Three horny devils on the late night creep |
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One, two three horny devils |
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And if ya feelin' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya beta leave fool |
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I'm one of the three of the horniest devils |
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I'm not Violent J but I'm a psychopathic rebel |
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Just a bud smokin panty feelin' P-Town kid |
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Got a 77 slant nose V-dub biatch |
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Well this is for the bitchez and the bitch boyz too |
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I'm Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth Krew |
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Ya sister go inside to drink a 40 oz brew |
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Gettin' laid in the back of a Subaru |
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A Subaru, I thought you knew |
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I did her doggy style like Scooby Doo |
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Now listen up ladies check it out they call me Saint |
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I try to be a good guy but the truth it is I ain't |
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See I huffs on the paint (paint) |
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Take rips on the dank (dank) |
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And if I'm at a party I might hit the nitrous tank |
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Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head wa was to the head |
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Fill it up, suck it in wa was to the head |
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D-Loc's got the bud that make your eyes turn red |
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Its a 9.4 on a Richter scale |
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I got the green farm buds and they ain't for sale, |
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The shit we smoke man would never fail us |
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For the Kottonmouth Kings to inhale, biatch |
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Three horny devils on the late night creep |
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One, two, three horny devils |
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Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C. |
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Bass first, then comes the treble |
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Three horny devils on the late night creep |
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One, two three horny devils |
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And if ya feelin' (?) fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool |
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I'm gettin' drunk smokin blunts like these white boys should |
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They call me crazy crack straight peckerwood |
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But I'm just a kid walkin' on this earth |
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And yes I rock the microphone for what its worth |
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And for what its worth we're all one in the same |
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Got a little horny devil that controls my brain |
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Hey hey hey got a bowl, get a light |
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I beat in the mic some ask for the night |
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Saint diggy-Dog takin' on oncomers |
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Winter, spring, and summer I'm burnin' through the rubbers |
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Burnin' through the rubbers and strippers man |
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Bet I'll hit more skin than you can |
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When your high goes flat Pakelika's got the best |
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Fix you up fill you up with the fat green snacks |
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Phillies always roll like a wrestlin match |
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So light it up, go to sleep, Kottonmouth on the creep |
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Horny devils always huntin always rollin' 3-Deep |
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Three horny devils (three horny devils) |
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Three horny devils on the late night creep |
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One, two, three horny devils |
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Kottonmouth Kings rollin' through O.C., three horny devils |
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Three horny devils on the late night creep,three horny devils |
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I'm D-Loco, I sip pot cocoa |
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I wont fuck a girl if the bitch is a broke ho |
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I'm Saint Doggy drinkin's my hobby, |
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I'll split yo lip if yo ass gets foggy |
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I'm X Daddy betcha I have these fine young fillies in my '62 Caddy |
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Three horny devils psychotic rebels |
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Rollin' 3-Deep bitch, so turn up yo treble |
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I was born and bred to rip this (?) |
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Takin' 7 bong loads to the mother fuckin head |
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I'm a late night crawler, P-Town Baller, |
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Creepin' up on ya like a creepy crawler |
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haha |
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One, two three horny devils |
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Bass first, then comes the treble |
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O.C. hittin new levels |
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I'm D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin', phillie blunt rollin', |
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My bug ain't stolen naw, kinda, not really just some of the parts |
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Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box |
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Man I touch a brew but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach |
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Just to get lit and do another show ya hear bump, bump all night long |
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I said bump, bump but that's another song and that's another track |
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So bring it back to the facts of the subject |
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Fuck it lets fish bowl this bucket |
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Lets fish bowl this bucket, yea lets fish bowl this bucket |
