YOu gonna hit some weed up in the mother fucker?!?!

DJ Bobby B..D-D-D-LOC

Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor

blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to

last- Cuz you know that we was built to last

The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder

AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master

The Budda Blasta it's all-good

Operatin in my green room

Cutting up my words.

You betta make way

I've been know to blow the spot

Mr. Ginseu Master

And Bobby Suenam

We form like voltron connected by the feet

So theirs room to reach

When we transform the beat

With the ill techniques

Needles stick like gum

Bobby on the two and shaky on the one

Here comes the suenamie brothas

Duck fuck run grab your shields and

Put them up this ain't for fun

Table combat son

You betta blow the spot

When I penetrate it's deep

You know I smoke my pot

Everyday I stay ripped

They call me D L to the C

Don't Eva get it twisted

Ya Na Mean. (know what I mean)

Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor

blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to

last-cuz you know that we was built to last

And you know this

I got some Herb in my pocket

A caddie and a truck

A phat chain wallet

A dirt bike, minI bike and a go-cart

A skateboard shot gun and a snowboard

My wake because winter just passed

Summers comin up

River runs with the hash

Me and all my dogs

Drinken beers token buds

Workin on our trucks

Right under the sun

And when the water cold

We sit and get stoned

Hollerin at the hunny's

Talkin shit from crow's boat

And if you don't know

I don't really fuckin care

Like listen to a drunk

When he's yappin in my ear

Talken this talkin that

Not makin no sense

Like smoken crack by a fence

Or bud when it's dense

Don't ever get it twisted

Let me tell you again

The call me L-O-C

Sucka see ya! Say.

Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor

blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to

last-cuz you know that we was built to last

I be the kid with my pants

Straight sagged to my knees

Got my vans on my feet

Smoke a once a week

Writing rhymes to beats

Intertwining with timing

Rhyming patters are scatteren

I'm as high as the heavens

Farmer are caddle

Eaten valiums and tatilen

On the side of a mountain choppin trees down for cabins

On the search for medalians

I about to burn like dragons now

How could you imagin

Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom

With a attitude bablin

On the desk I was taggen

While the teacher was talking

Half the time I was nappin

Sides the fact I was slacken

Didn't care if I was passin

Relaxin and laughing

Stealing pencils and graphing

Children for magazine

Memories of causalities

People now gather me I'm the D-L-O-C

And I'll I do is smoke weed.

Time keeps on slidin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor

blast- Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to

last-cuz you know that we was built to last