Kottonmouth Kings

3 Horny Devils – Kottonmouth Kings

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin’ through O.C.
Bass first, then comes the treble
Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
And if ya feelin’ funks fool ya betta leave, ya better leave fool

I’m one of the three of the horniest devils
I’m not Violent J but I’m a psychopathic rebel
Just a bud smokin panty feelin’ P-Town kid
Got a ’74 slant nose V-dub biatch

Well this is for the bitches and the bitch boys too
I’m Saint Dog from that Kottonmouth Krew
Ya sister go inside to drink a 40 oz brew
Gettin’ laid in the back of a Subaru
A Subaru, I thought you knew
I did her doggy style like Scooby Doo
Now listen up ladies check it out they call me Saint
I try to be a good guy but the truth it is I ain’t
See I huffs on the paint (paint)
Take rips on the dank (dank)
And if I’m at a party I might hit the nitrous tank
Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head wha wha to the head
Fill it up, suck it in wha wha to the head
D-Loc’s got the bud that make your eyes turn red
It’s a 9.4 on a Richter scale
I got the green farm buds and they ain’t for sale
The shit we smoke man would never fail us
For the Kottonmouth Kings to inhale, biatch

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin’ through O.C.
Bass first, then comes the treble
Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two three horny devils
And if ya feelin’ fronts fool ya betta leave, ya betta leave fool

We’re gettin’ drunk smokin’ blunts like these white boys should
They call me crazy cracker, straight peckerwood
But I’m just a kid walkin’ on this earth
And yes I rock the microphone for what it’s worth
And for what it’s worth we’re all one in the same
Got a little horny devil that controls my brain
Hey hey hey got a bowl, get a light
A beat and a mic, some ass for the night
Saint diggy-Dog takin’ on oncomers
Winter, spring, and summer I’m burnin’ through the rubbers
Burnin’ through the rubbers and strippers man
Bet I’ll hit more skin than you can
When your high goes flat Pakelika’s got the best
Fix you up fill you up with the fat green snacks
Phillies always roll like a wrestlin’ match
So light it up, go to sleep, Kottonmouth on the creep
Horny devils always huntin’ always rollin’ 3-Deep
Three horny devils

Three horny devils on the late night creep
One, two, three horny devils
Kottonmouth Kings rollin’ through O.C., three horny devils
Three horny devils on the late night creep,three horny devils

I’m D-Loco, I sip hot cocoa
I wont fuck a girl if the bitch is a broke ho
I’m Saint Doggy drinkin’s my hobby
I’ll split yo lip if yo ass gets foggy
I’m X Daddy bet cha I have these fine young fillies in my ’62 Caddy
Three horny devils psychotic rebels
Rollin’ 3-Deep bitch, so turn up yo treble
I was born and bred to rip and shread
Takin’ 7 bong loads to the mother fuckin’ head
I’m a late night crawler, P-Town Baller
Creepin’ up on ya like a creepy crawler

One, two three horny devils
Bass first, then comes the treble
O.C. hit new levels

I’m D-Loc twelve hoochie strollin’, phillie blunt rollin’
My bug ain’t stolen not kinda really just some of the parts
Like the end of the rims the bumps and the box
Not untouchable, but I am hard to reach 1605 down in Huntington Beach
Just to get lit and do another song and hear bump, bump all night long
I said bump, bump but that’s another song and that’s another track
So bring it back to the facts of the subject

Fuck it lets fish bowl this bucket
Lets fish bowl this bucket
Yea let’s fish bowl this bucket

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Kottonmouth Kings – Face Facts

Figured out a long time ago,
Nothing’s as it seems don’t you know,
Go underground if you want the scoop,
Cuz the population’s out the loop,

You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams,
D-Loc got a Caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him what’s the plan,
He took a hit, blew out his rip, and said, let’s plant the land,

You gotta smoke some weed just a little somthin’ somthin’,
Don’t hate me because I got the country buzzin’,
????, you know the crowd be jumpin’,
On my product blows like a chemical combustion,
Real name, Dustin, I spit these customs,
A.K.A. D-Loc, E-Loc’s little cousin,
Don’t be mad, be glad, tell your dad,
Cuz I be spittin’ rhymes you never knew I even had,
?? walked into the sunlights,
Double parked and got a ticket by a midget,
On a pony, I called him Shorty, he started twitchin’,
Fingers clickin’ while he’s bitchin’ and I snapped,
I had a vision, I was leading in the ?? restraints I had the pole position,
No but kiddin’ and I didn’t make that mess up in your kitchen,
I was dishin’ out some sacks and me and Loc we were fishin’,
I keep wishin’ that you’d ease on up and quit it with your trippin’,
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candE flippin’,

Let’s Face Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

Think you can out smoke me well I’m calling you a liar,
Cuz my bowl, my bowl I set on fire,
I’m on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB,
Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each,
No leaves, they’re clipped clean,
But the few they hit the bing,
Then my phone rings, my boy ask him what he need to bring,
I said some collar green, some kale, some pot, and some ale,
And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh Michelle,
Ah what the hell, just put out the word any hottie with the nerve,
Richter said that he will serve,

Graduated high school back in ’95,
Started writin’ rhymes, laid low, I’m hard to find,
A kid like me, no less, I’m kinda fresh,
Discovered the weed took a hit and got blessed,
I’m not the best, just flexed on the next,
Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed,
I’ll give it all I got, put the game to a test,
Keep writin’ rhymes and forget about the rest,

Let’s Face Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

Oooh damn, there he goes again,
Throwin’ his cigarettes out the window,
Blowin’ fog with logs sticky indo,
You know it comes a dime a dozen,
Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cuttin’,
Woo, I think I’ll pass on the brew,
And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you know who,
Well I really can’t tell if there’s a difference anymore,
Goin’ up or goin’ down, where’s the elevator door,
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor,
Black Flag’s in my speakers blarin’ Give Me Some More,
Now a days I stay blazed a hundred ways my brain’s crazed,
Gone like those punk days, I’m stackin’ chips like frito lays,
I’ve been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills, funny looking pills, million dollar deals,
Three day orgies in the Hollywood Hills, for reals,
I don’t be speakin’ no myths, raised on punk rock riffs, smokin’ spliffs by the cliffs,
And you and your krew’s talking about “What If’s”,

Let’s Face Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

All this talk of gettin’ blazed reminds me of reggae sundays,
Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must,
Burnin’ spliffs to ?? hittin’ little Jamacia’s rockiCheck out more Lyrics from Kottonmouth Kings. 
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