1605 Life Lyrics - Stash Box (live) - Kottonmouth Kings

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

Suburban life the American dream 

Suburban life so pretty and clean 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

Now my Pops bought the system, American dreamer 

Bought a new home and a brand new beamer 

But it didn't long for things things to fall apart 

Because the system that he bought ain't got no heart 

From the bills for days, he got blood shot eyes 

The American dream was a pack of lies 

6 months later municipal court 

Divorce time baby, child support 

I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners 

No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner 

There's no cash back 'cause there was no receipt 

Man suburban life ain't done a dime for me 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

Suburban life the American dream 

Suburban life so pretty and clean 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

Gave in a little deeper to the third degree 

More drugs, white thugs and wannabe's 

Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived 

America! What? Land of the green 

Now you got problems, I got mine too 

There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth krew 

'Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away 

To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate 

I don't want no degree selling herbs 

On the burbs on every street 

No real jobs for the P.T.B. 

Ao what's it gonna be? White minority 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

Suburban life the American dream 

Suburban life so pretty and clean 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

Now broken homes inside every house 

Neighbors yellin', "Can't work it out" 

I said, "Beaten wives, tweaked out nights 

Ooh what a feeling, ooh what a life" 

Now you cant turn back the hands of time 

So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine 

He's Bobby B, king of the crops 

Deep dark purse, phat drop tops 

Philly blunt placed behind his ear 

Two turn tables and a Heineken beer 

And this is just and everyday thing 

Kottonmouth Kings, telephone rings 

Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dogg 

Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs 

Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes 

What ever we could get we was gonna take 

Just like the pirates of the Caribbean 

Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein' 

Ha, ha, ha, we got it like that 

Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

Suburban life the American dream 

Suburban life so pretty and clean 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

The big A, little A, bouncin' B 

The system got you but it won't get me 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

Suburban life the American dream 

Suburban life so pretty and clean 

Suburban life ain't what it seems 

Fuck the system