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  • Текст песни Kottonmouth Kings - Discombobulated



    Watch it, watch it, watch it
    Dog Boy here, and I'm stickin' with the Kings
    Cool and delayed
    Saint!, comin' comin'

    I be getting faded, discombobulated
    Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
    O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers
    Haters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

    MC-in' is the place for me to be in
    And nut-swinging is the way that I be G-in'
    Never leanin' to the old, for the lyrical hold
    Keep my shit bold, morals i stole
    Fuck parol when I stroll, man I dodge five-O
    I dip-dive, fuck a bribe, live to rock the show and the ho
    Skip the blow, gimme the 40, yo
    I like a lady down to ride like a rodeo
    You see anarchy are flies like the hemp on a hippy
    Cussin' like a mother cuz my head's a little trippy
    My bud's I like 'em sticky, so pack another rip, D
    High as the plains west of the Mississippi

    I be getting faded, discombobulated
    Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
    O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
    Haters can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

    Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop
    You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
    Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
    And that them can't stop

    Punk rock mental my thoughts are horse
    Hip hop freestyle, freedom of course
    Ooh, my old girl Mary better known as a shwag-hag
    Every other night she help me out buying dime bags
    A dime to a twenty, to a forty, to E
    I switched to homegrown now I puff on Bobby B's, yo

    I be getting faded, discombobulated
    Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
    O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
    They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

    Eh rude boy, lad you party nonstop,
    You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
    Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
    And that them can't stop

    Check your traits, you perpetrate I can't relate
    Your mental mind state is far to overrate, you can't skate
    Don't sit and debate, you need to skip the state
    Ask Jesus Christ to clean the slate
    I think it's fate, I ain't done yet so wait
    Your philosophies, pale and underweight, they're out of date
    One mo' thing, and then we're straight, put the fake to sleep
    And then I catch you at the wake
    And then we'll bake, and once again try to relate
    Hopefully the good will win, you'll lose the hate
    Counts are closed, I think we''re up to date
    Wake up young chump, get a grip, checkmate

    Sound boy, you should've thanked the Saint
    He just saved your life from a terrible fate
    Sound boy, Saint just put you in check
    He set you straight to save your own neck

    I be getting faded, discombobulated
    Never say I made it till I'm pissin' off the top
    O.C. playas, fly rhyme sayers,
    They just can't fade us cuz it's true hip-hop

    Oh, Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy
    Singing with the Kings up on the record version
    Eh rude boy, I say you party nonstop
    You're the first to start, you're the last to drop
    Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops cuz music is our weapon
    And that them can't stop
    Shucka shucka to all the rude boys
    Shucka shucka with Suburban Noize
    Coming in unity, like one big family
    Every S.B. release gonna make you feel so irie
    It's Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstop
    Seeking the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
    It's Dog Boy, kickin down your shit
    From your microphone, ear, to your consolate
    Like the black flag song, we're gonna rise above
    Every time we're coming with respect and love
    I am the one Dog-Boy from L.A., CA
    In the name of unity I man must say
    From London, to Kingston, from the South Bay
    All me out to do is flash my stylee
    Now I am a-comin' and I'm settin' em down
    Little sound boy with no solution
    Check the bag, with just one flow
    You may find you don't need a ego
    It's Dog Boy, you know me chat nonstop
    With the roots rub-a-dub, ragamuffin punk rock
    Eh rude boy, you never fear the cops, music is our weapon
    And that them can't stop