Life Rolls On Lyrics - Hidden Stash Ii: The Kream Of The Krop - Kottonmouth Kings

another day gone... 

sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes 

no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue 

snapped it through and my lungs start to hurt 

hold it in long enough it'll put your dick in the dirt 

and people go bizerk tryin' to get their hands on it 

most commonly heard phraze is, "Richter's got the chronic" 

so i'm on it, matter of fact i'm on the top 

can't nobody fuck with me or the Killa Kali crops 

like reebox yo i'm un stoppable 

and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able 

so what you grow all i want to know is what seed 

what system you using you got the lights you need 

you got a masters degree from the weed ivy leagues 

or you a cop without a clue just lookin for a lead 

life rolls on 

its passin by your eyes real fast 

another 24 another day is passed 

half of those said we'd never last 

hey loc i think its time to grow again fuck it 

if you're gonna grow you better come pick up your bucket 

alright im comin through ay yo grab some mountain dew (what) 

a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews 

i cruise through in the blue too with the basetubes 

i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped 

dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin bus 

we'll erupt on that blunts but turn that shit to dust 

dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and Chong 

Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of ganj 

writtin songs playin pong we was young we don't belong 

stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin it on 

but now we're both standing strong 2000 and beyond 

to dawns with the bomb used to fight to get along 

that was way back then and this is right now 

we're on a mission to get it smoke and bone the hell out 

life rolls on 

its passin by your eyes real fast 

another 24 another day is passed 

half of those said we'd never last 

there's 420 ways to blaze 

choose one it tastes great when you smokin out the vape 

mind haze sit back it'll put you in a trance 

grab your sack relax and throw your cap up on the hat rack 

throw your feet up recline just chill 

we just smoked a eighth of the mother fuckin Kill 

for real hold it in now we goin on a ride 

the bud inside aint nothing to fuck with 

some santa cruz that we got at john's crib 

the crip that you never find around 

the reason you can't find it in your city or your town 

because it sits in my bedroom in piles and mounds 

we got pounds and pounds that the world dont know about 

if i sold it yo they'd all be in the clouds 

smoke em out without a doubt 

yo its not for the money 

its all for the head and gettin stoned with my homies