Kottonmouth Kings - First Class Lyrics
Its time to smokeBlaze all day, every dayEach way, the right wayMy way, greenhay, we highBeen there done thatBig blunts, fat sacksHit it fast, make it lastFirst class, we blazeShits all finger licking good when you rollin through the hoodTwistin lincoln logs are hard so we burning up the woodCuz I be smokin, drunk, drinking weed and pairing skunkI like to smoke a ***** and been known to slap a bluntMake the crowd jump, people say them kids got stylesRenting jewels for your videos you frontin with that smileActing wild but you aint even skirt in the pitTalking shit, aint worth a lickYou wanna bark, then youll get bit, woofBlow the roof off like an atom bombD-loc to johnny richters like ping to pongAint nothing wrong, dont fix shit if it aint brokeWe aint no jokes, you know the kings by the size of our tokes,Mother*****ersBlaze all day, every dayEach way, the right wayMy way, greenhay, we highBeen there done thatBig blunts, fat sacksHit it fast, make it lastFirst class, we blazeMy voice is swayin, people always ask me what Im sayinPlayin (shottie? ) for the women, so Im smooth operatingJust (plain gamin? ), while you smokin on the hayAnd for the peeps who are working (? ? ) start your savinI keep it clean shaven, around 4 cornersWe warned ya, no dank is strong enough to hold usLike soldiers we fold ya, keep our composureRoll you in a joint, light you up and smoke yaOnly take so much shwag, made me (? ? ) and gag,Its time to smoke some (? ? ) so I reached in my bagFix my sag as I pulled out my orange zig zagsYou know the kottonmouth kings, the worlds greatest tagTeam, we gleam, I spit poisonous juiceAbuse microphones, let my flow run looseCalling out all troops, puttin weight up on the tableBring a scale, round by round, check the soundscanDamn d-loc we the cream of the crop,Dj bobby b, daddy x, and pak, who locks to beatsSportin high top docs, slangin pounds of potTake from us, better notBlaze all day, every dayEach way, the right wayMy way, greenhay, we highBeen there done thatBig blunts, fat sacksHit it fast, make it lastFirst class, we blazeI got a knack for bud smoke chronic (? ? )D-locs no joke, toke for toke, hell float your boat(? ? ) down my throat, took off my coatWas it wet? it was soakedOut smoke you? not really, nopeSat back and had a coke, relaxed and had a smokeA little bit of change, some dank, I was brokeNo dollar stretched out, felt like a strokeBrain transformed, like I was on the doseProvoke, no coke, I never done roakYou gotta ring around your nose, take a hit off my roachTryin to ball like the most, burnt like a piece of toastOn the coast to coast, deep in the postGot my eyes on my crops, watchin over my grossJust daze you a little, damn hes kinda dope(I see that I might have underestimated himYou have obviously underestimated my power)Blaze all day, every dayEach way, the right wayMy way, greenhay, we highBeen there done thatBig blunts, fat sacksHit it fast, make it lastFirst class, we blaze
