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Paid Vacation We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation You swept them under the rug cuz 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 serves the underground nation oh no I’m back in the scene still same car same zip code didn’t move too far same old friends same old story drink throw up then puke and rally same old pets I still got Ed quit smokin bogues now i get head instead same old bed but i got new sheets cause the ass i hit now yo you wouldn’t believe still smokin pot still dodgin cops two things in my life that are never gonna stop still drivin high bust the same ol tricks 50-50 on the lip kick flip off the hit same ol jokes pop the same size tokes still hit the river in the same dope boats still no coke but smoke an ounce a day and any jay in the rotation is done Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Forever circulating on a quest to be free God damn i got some worn out shit The same old pants and the dirty ass lid My worn out socks and my worn out shoes Still got the same ol sweaters that i never even use I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house It’s all fuckin faded cuz i always pass out My bike still rolls you know the BK’s a ripper My skate’s gettin old but i got some new stickers ?? the faders leeking over broke another bong and lost a big nug of ganja ?? just got burned by some candles i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass and the pressure from the faucet for the the water dont blast im gonna lose it my shits goin south on me I"m done damn i need some money Our whole life is a paid vacation You probably wont hear us on your radio station Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin Same ol X same punk rock veins Same bounced checks just sign different names Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains Same dirty thought, I’m a dick for brains Same ol story same ol routine same nympho same old butt feind same ol player same old ass ways same ol number back from my club days Same ol Same ol we got some new shit I just bought a truck and i got a new crib well you got a new crib i just purchased a pound I’m bout to chop it all up and slang it around my town well i’ma need about 4 to drop my price to the ground whoa it ain’t as serious as it sounds whoa to the people that have laid the foundation bob marley cypress hill 2 Short and Total Devistation
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