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Life Ain't What It Seems Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

Life ain't what it seems 

It aint no fucking dream 

So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipe's clean 

 

When I drink booze put a crown on my royal 

Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe out of foil 

Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil 

Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil 

Damn Saint Dog, I'm outta weed again, "I feel ya" 

Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to spend 

Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "Fuck the system!" 

I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend 

Judicial system got me wishing I was president 

I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant 

I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence 

Shit, every other night I'm getting hella bent 

I roll my skate to relate to this society 

No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too" 

No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke" 

I guess that's why they call me crazy D-Loc 

 

Life ain't what it seems 

It ain't no fucking dream 

So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean 

 

When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil 

Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil 

Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil 

Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil 

Damn Loc-Dog I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!" 

Buds lookin' slim, I need a Heineken, "A Heineken" 

My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "Fuck that!" 

Step back, I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend? 

 

Placentia City got me witty on this way of life 

I blast a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my knife 

There's a zone in my dome called the twilight 

I'm down for my krown each and every night 

Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my flow 

Make ya say damn bro I got to go to a show 

Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a dream and I ain't playing 

But I'm Saint Vicious and Daddy X is paying 

 

Life ain't what it seems 

It ain't no fucking dream 

So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean 

 

Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal 

Government lies yo they make my water boil 

R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil 

Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal 

 

No money for a skate no change for the tax 

Went surfin' with no keefe but forgot the sex wax 

Have a purple friend to help me to relax 

And one foot glass called the paramax 

Now afternoon to you is my morning 

I wake up hit the roach and then I'm snoring 

Outta bed around 3 take 7 BT's 

Like DJ Rob Harris kid I'm soarin' 

I pertains an ill congested vibe 

Makes ladies strive for my bozak 

Addicted like prozac 

You know that I track 'em like Lojak 

I'm slicker and quicker, I'll stick ya like Kojak 

I'm alone up in this rhyme that I've created 

This rhyme that I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space 

Government controls so they hate it 

Our life, it has been jaded and faded 

We're getting erased 

 

Life ain't what it seems 

It ain't no fucking dream 

So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean. 

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