Kottonmouth Kings - Ridin' High (feat. B-Real of Cypress Hill) lyrics

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Ridin' High

Switchin' lanes back and forth, poppin' strains of Indo

We ridin' high

Foot on the gas, car full of weed smoke

Ridin' high

Laid back, smooth, it'll put you in the mood

We ridin' high

We're the Kings of the Chronic and this is how we do

D-Loc:

When I bounce out, I got a pocket full of weed

Pants always sagged, Double Dash burnin' trees

Seat cocked back, got my shit bumpin'

Stop at the liquor store to get a little somethin'

Pick a 12 pack up, a couple of blunts

Go back to the crib, now it's time to get drunk

Call my girl up, 'cause I need a lil' love

Roll another blunt, let the smoke float above

J Rich:

On a Sunday afternoon, just washin' my car

Gettin' it ready for the night and the boulevard

Polishin' all the chrome and shinin' up the tires

Smokin' joint after joint, I couldn't get no higher

Keep a mini-bong chillin' in my cup holder

Plus a bag in my lap full of nothin' but the dosha

Cruisin' out the neighborhood on a slow stone creek

I'm just out ridin' high, simply doin' my thing

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B Real:

Hittin' the weed and become just like me

Kush smokin' rebel full of THC

One hit, two hit, three hit, four

Then five more hits from my eight foot Roor

Then roll that shit up and hit it, pass it around

Don't hog it up or we take it away and put you down

You wanna medicate, meditate

Been known for hittin' the bong, blunts, and the vaporate

We ridin' high with an endless supply

Because we [indecipherable word(s)] and put the red in your eyes

We sack it up in three months, packin' the free lunch

After the 420, we stackin' the damn money

And so it goes if you're holidn' the dro

Break it out, blaze it up, then you hittin' & hold

With the KMK or the Cypress blend

You better twist those ends and go tell your friends

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Daddy X:

We rollin' out like Willy and the Chocolate Bunch

With a tail pipe, blowin' nothin' but the Skunk

We's ridin', we's some high hombres

West side voodoo heads smokin' hay all day

See the police, they ain't phasin' me

I've had a lot of cops sit down & blaze with me

Throw their guns and their badge on the table

And break out a pound of the confiscated label

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