Kottonmouth Kings "Full Throttle" |
We ride to die. When I'm done and in my dyin days, you probably figured out this ain't no phase. Gonna go out, 180 proof, kicking up dust spreadin' out my loot. Tell my wife and kids that Daddy's comin' home, they'll shed their fuckin' tears I love 'em to the bone. And all the player haters, well they can eat a dick No turnin back now we going out full throttle, Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle, We some Stoners reaking havoc we ain't no role models, No turnin back now no turnin back now no turnin' back Now days tensions high seems everyone's on edge, Walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge Now days you loose control its take what you can get, Where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet, No turnin back now we going out full throttle, Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle, We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models, No turnin back now no turnin back now no turnin' back Watch out, back up, cause this is the fast lane I got a lead foot, heavy boots, and 3 hoops on my brain Ride looks like its on fire, but you know my engine's clean I'm just smoking the tires, racing off every green Step up, Step up, If you got a little somethin' But your rev better be louder then my system that is bumpin' Don't come round me talkin shit if you're not built to the brim Cause now you gonna get whipped, I never lose, I always win Where you at? [D Loc: right here] and there's plenty more comin' See when the Kings' is in the house, everybody comes runnin' Meetin in the parking lot, to smoke pot before the shows Hookin up with all the ladies, takin home all the hoe's We having fun? [D Loc: fuck yeah!] Will it stop? [D Loc: fuck no!] I'd still be tokin', blowin' endo even if I was broke Ain't that right D-Loc? [D Loc: hell mothafuckin' yeah!] Fuck a fist or middle finger, throw your horns in the air. We ride to die First Gear, I feel the walls closin in, Second Gear, now the airs gettin thin, Third Gear, face to face with the enemy, Fourth Gear, no fear, reppin' every sediment No turnin back now we going out full throttle, Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle, We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models, No turnin back now no turnin back now no turnin back now days tensions high seems everyone's on edge, walking over pits of fire on a skinny ledge now days you loose control its take what you can get, where anarchy reigns supreme you ain't seen nothing yet No turnin back now we going out full throttle, Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle, We some Stoners Reaking Havoc we ain't no role models, No turnin back now no turnin back now no turnin back We ride to die Fuck everybody if you said I couldn' rap You're kickin fiction and I'm kickin facts And it's like that You aint nothing but a fag Let me write it on my pad Just to get you mad [hahaha] Now Day's it's seems like everybody on edge Walkin over pit's of fire on a skinny ledge I'm going full bore I'm ballin till I fall out Graduated High School But a college drop out That don't mean shit because theres no turning back I got my bong my buds and my baseball bat Ready for what ever at any time whoever You gotta have that mental or this shit'll get you no where Got be cleava and put it all together Remember that sayin I float like a feather? Come on dawg, how could you think that? you got it twisted do the math. We ride to die First Gear, I feel the walls closin in, Second Gear, now the airs gettin thin, Third Gear, face to face with the enemy, Fourth Gear, no fear, reppin' every sediment No turnin back now we going out full throttle, Puffin crazy mad herb with our hands on the bottle, We some Stoners reaking havoc we ain't no role models, No turnin back now no turnin back now no turnin back! Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |