Kottonmouth Kings - Life Ain't What It Seems Lyrics
Life aint what it seems, it aint no *****ing dream.So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipes clean.When I drink booze put a crown on my royalKottonmouth kings make a pipe outta foilPut a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil.Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil.Damn saint dog, Im outta weed again, I feel yaPockets lookin thin aint got a dime to spend!Big hoss is in the pen, yes hes doing 10, ***** the system!I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend.Judicial system got me wishing I was presidentI got a grudge against the judgment thats irrelevant.I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligenceShit, every other night Im getting hella bent.I roll my skate to relate to this society, societyNo money in my pockets cause they lied to me, lied to me too!No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, bong brokeI guess thats why they call me crazy d-loc.Life aint what it seems, it aint no *****ing dream.So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.When I grow buds I put keefe on my soilPut the green in the bing then I make my water boil.Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coilEvian in my bong so my water dont spoil.Damn loc-dog Im outta drink again, I feel ya!Buds lookin slim, I need a heineken, a heineken!My bros locked down doin 9 or 10, ***** that!Step back, Im bout to crack, can you comprehend?Placentia city got me witty on this way of life.I (ride? ) a duck, what the *****, skin it with my knifeTheres a zone in my dome called the twilightIm down for my crown each and every nightWell I keep my tolerance, stay inside my flowMake ya say damn bro I got to go to a showLife aint what it seems, it aint a dream and I aint playing.But Im saint vicious and daddy x is sayingLife aint what it seems, it aint no *****ing dream.So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royalGovernment lies yo they make my water boil.R.i.p. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil.Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal.No money for the skate no change for the taxWent surfin with no keefe but forgot the sex wax.Have a purple friend to help ya to relax.A one foot glass called the paramax.Now afternoon to you is my morningI wake up hit the roach and then Im snoringOutta bed around 3 take 7 btsLike dj rob harris kid Im soarinI pertains an ill congested vibeMakes ladies strive for my bozakAddicted like prozac. you know that I track em like lojak.Im slicker and quicker, Ill stick ya like kojak.Im alone upon this rhyme that Ive created.This rhyme that Ive inflated, wont trade it so gimme my space.Government controls so they hatedOur life, it has been jaded and fadedWere getting erased.Life aint what it seems, it aint no *****ing dream.So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean.
