Each Now who say Dog Boy only come in a reggae fashion?
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Hey Mon' say never judge a book by it's cover, turn the page to discover
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You got the reggae on one and the punk rock ragamuffin on the other
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Richter!
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You know it's time to leave my house, so I slid out the door
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Had this hole in my pocket so my sack hits the floor
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Now this ain't nothing new I've had these jeans for years
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Hopped into my bus and started banging the gears
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Took it on the redline then I slapped it in two
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Reached in-between my seats and I pulled out another brew
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But now I'm 5-0-2, it ain't the route for me
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So I grab some chicken littles from KFC
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I'ma go to Mickey D's, get a burger with some cheese
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Discuss these plans how I'm flippin' these keys
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Capishe (?), cuz you don't know
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I'll give it to my friend, no, we spilt the door
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Back in the bus we puffs, kept rollin'
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Scoot, Dog Boy, Daddy X is holdin'
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There go the potion, look you're frozen
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Damn this bud's good!
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Here we go again, bump 2000
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Forward the plan, forward, the mission
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Here we go again, bump 2000
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Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
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Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
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Bump bump, Babylon beware
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We got one microphone for the world to share
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(??) on the ears of America
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(??) rock the mic by the lyrical hysteria
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(??) few selects infiltrates all areas
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(??) upon the mic, released upon America
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I got a '85 Caddy with the Clarion Amp
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With some 10s in the trunk for punks who wanna bump my shit
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Bang, rattle your chest and brain
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Frame by frame rearrange your shit
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Adjust your amps and your shit might hit
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Don't quit to the beat, the bass gets deeper
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Listen to the tones as they crush your speakers
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With the little bitty thump,
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Well yup I'm still drunk with the humps in the trunk
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You hear the Kottonmouth Kings yellin' out bump bump
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I flew through a yellow, then I ran a red
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Grabbed a bev saw a cop, hit the clutch and revved
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Knew I had to slow down so I smoked a bowl
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Picked up D-Loc and told him start to roll
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Freeway was packed so I paid the toll
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Four joints later my bus was fishbowled
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Here we go again, bump 2000
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Forward the plan, forward the mission
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Here we go again, bump 2000
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Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
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Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
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Bump bump, Babylon beware
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We got one microphone for the world to share
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(??) Jamaica island of the songs
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And all you ever hear is the bass and drum
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I said the (??)
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When the rhythm hit, it become anthem
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(??) have no car, we take many car, mon
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We drive around (??) ragamuffin
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(??) trees at the window, now wicked rhythm
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Come along for the ride through Jamaican countryside
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When it come to music, lord we love it
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Any style we can (??)
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Bump 2000, lord here we come again
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First time around we rock all across the land
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How's that sound with the tick and the bump
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I puff the skunk while I'm settin' off alarms
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EQ my mid so my highs don't twitch
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I drop bombs while your sounds blown to shit,
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I like to sip on my binger, ice water rips are cleaner
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Push the bud down with my finger, then I snapped a load
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The bud i got is meaner, felony no misdemeanor
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Got a Beamer same as Zingers, with the system full blown
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Daddy X, correct, who'd you expect?
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The man slinging necks on the bottle connects
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What'd you think X is for ecstasy?
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Is that why the fuckers standing next to me?
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Or is it because I'm a Kottonmouth King,
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With pounds and pounds and pounds of Florida keif
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Nah no thing, smoke ring coinsure
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You'll never find my bong water dirty like the sewer
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Here we go again, bump 2000
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Forward the plan, forward, the mission
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Here we go again, bump 2000
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Bump bump, you know how the sound flows
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Bump, bump, yo it's like that you know
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Bump bump, Babylon beware
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We got one microphone for the world to share
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Here We Go Again
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| Kottonmouth Kings |
