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Kottonmouth Kings - The Deal lyrics
[Richter] Left P-Town headin' out to Riverside Crusin in the ride, doin' bout 85 Starin' at my pipe with no bowls to pack Cuz in my pocket all I'm holdin is an empty sack [Loc] A-yo, we bout to fix that and go fetch this bud The deal's goin down, we gotta get it from this thug He lives in San Diego and I've heard a lot about em He's always pushin weight, rocks and came with the ? [Richter] Three stops to make before I hit Loc's house My pad in Corona plus my ?Lokey Dope Hideout? Then I get some smokes and an extra pack for Loc Cuz we really gotta go man we gotta hit the road [Loc] Got up off my couch, heard a knock on the doe' (Ay what up D-loc!)Yeah its Richter wit my smokes We took some resignin tokes with no time to stall Picked up my cell phone and made that call [Loc] Now we got the rent of course Started headin down South It was late in the day but the sun was still out (Yeah) Without a doubt we popped a pill to keep our buzz Cuz it's a long way to Daygo when you gots no buds [Richter] Called up the boys to check everybodys plan Brewer, Hopper, Marz, Jerbo and Big Taz Just linin up a crew incase these dudes try to screw us Ah fuck, now we're stuck behind a school' bus [Loc] Quick take a right gotta make the yellow light Got fifteen minutes till we gotta be on sight It's right up the block a couple miles up the road Took the money out the bag to pre-count the dough [Richter] Seen the front door of the spot we was goin Such a little hairy heard the weed was stolen (Fuck!) Called reinforcements told em wait up the street Knocked on the door, and gave the bell a ring (Here we go) [Richter] There was, shit on the walls, backyard full of dogs No joke it smelled like they was smokin speed balls Didn't even wanna sit Glad I made that phone call This could get Real ugly if it ain't up to Par [Loc] Well first thing I did when I walked in the door I looked all around everywhere in all four corners Seen shady characters no one said nuttin to nobody Wanted to get the dope and give this fool his money [Richter] In and out was the plan on the double-double Now we all full of smiles 10 Pack of the Bubble And now to K.P. another zone with some homegrown Put it out Loc, I saw a cop man leave it alone [Loc] Just then I threw the joint out the window Grabbed the orange chronic, fired up a bowl Next thing you know the cop is right on our tail 10 Pounds plus we was goin straight to jail. |
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