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Текст песни Kottonmouth Kings f Dog Boy - Face Facts

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Figured out long time agoNothing`s as it seems don`t you knowGo underground if you want the scoopCuz the population`s out the loopYou know I size up my sacks with a couple extra gramsD-Loc got a caddy, I got a V-Dub vanX Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him "What`s the plan?"He took a hit, blew out his ripAnd said, "Let`s plant the land"Yeah I smoke some weed, just a little somethin somethinDon`t hate me because I got the country buzzinLeave cats shocked, you know the crowd be jumpinOn my pride it blows like a chemical combustionMy real name`s Dustin, I spit these customsAKA D-Loc, E-Loc`s little cousinDon`t be mad, be glad, tell your dadCuz I be spittin` rhymes you never knew I even had(??) (into the store?), double parked and got a ticketBy a midget on a pony, I called him shortyHe started twitchin, fingers clickin While he`s bitchin, and I snappedI had a vision, I was leading in the useless raceI had the pole position, no but kiddin` And I didn`t make that mess up in your kitchenI was dishin` out some sacks, and me and Loc, well we were fishinI keep wishin` that you`d ease on up and quit it with your trippinMaybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candy flippinLet`s face facts, chips get stackedUnsystematically our pockets get fatAnd we kick back, pimp caddilacsSmoke off pounds, flip dime sacksThink you can out smoke me, well I`m calling you a liarCuz my bowl, I set it on fireI`m on my couch with my pouch and my fat JBGot ten different types of weed, about a pound of eachNo leaves, they`re clipped cleanBut the few they hit the bingThen my phone rings, my boy askin what he need to bringI said some coligreen, some kale, some pot, and some aleAnd that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh...MichelleAh what the hell, just put out the word Any hottie with the nerve, Richter said that he will serveGraduated high school back in `95,started writin` rhymesLaid low, I`m hard to findA kid like me, no less, I`m kinda freshDiscovered the weed, took a hit and got blessedI`m not the best, just flexed on the nextDaddy X plan a text, simply not complexedI`ll give it all I got, put the game to a testKeep writin` rhymes and forget about the restLet`s face facts, chips get stackedUnsystematically our pockets get fatAnd we kick back, pimp caddilacsSmoke off pounds, flip dime sacksOoh damn, there he goes againThrowin` his cigarettes out the windowBlowin` fog with logs, sticky indoYou know it comes a dime a dozenFlow like Snoop, lay it back in the cut andWoo, I think I`ll pass on the brewAnd smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth KrewThe big bad ass, you know whoWell, I really can`t tell if there`s a difference anymoreGoin` up or goin` down, where`s the elevator door?Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floorBlack Flag`s in my speakers blarin` "Gimme some more"Nowadays I stay blazed, a hundred ways, my brain`s crazedGone like those punk days, I`m stackin` chips like Frito, LaysI`ve been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrillsFunny looking pills, million dollar dealsThree day orgys in the Hollywood Hills, for realI don`t be speakin` no myths, raised on punk rock riffsSmokin` spliffs by the cliffsAnd you and your crew`s talking about "What if...?"`sLet`s face facts, chips get stackedUnsystematically our pockets get fatAnd we kick back, pimp caddilacsSmoke off pounds, flip dime sacksAll this talk of gettin` blazed, reminds me of reggae SundaysLazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a mustBurnin` spliffs to tell (??), hittin` little Jamaica`s rockin record shops(??) in stock and cravin (egg?) eating stones, (??)All this talk of gettin` blazed, reminds me of punk rock waysBabylon could never rock our boat, all I need (??)That`s what`s really goin` on, life`s too short to be a victimIf you don`t like what you got, respondWhen time has come to make a move, down to you to come up and proveIt`s time to make a change, so choseLet`s face facts, chips get stackedUnsystematically our pockets get fatAnd we kick back, pimp caddilacsSmoke off pounds, flip dime sacksGanja business controls America

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