Spies Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

Sick and tired, the way they walk 

Sick and tired, the way they talk 

Sick and tired, the things they say 

Sick and tired, where's my J? 

Sick and tired, same old song 

Sick and tired, where's my bong? 

Sick and tired, anarchy! 

Spies, they're all around me 

Spies, in every county 

Spies, my head's their bounty 

Snipers in the air.. 

Neighborhood watch is after us 

The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus 

The neighborhood watch is what they say 

But when I see them walkin' towards me, I light another... 

Generation X is the title they use 

When I'm skatin' down MacKenzie Avenue 

Everybody that I see, lookin' at me like a vandal 

Maybe cause I'm wheelin' in some Dickies and some sandals 

Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood 

The old folks always sayin' that we ain't no good 

Talkin to my pops about my music 

Sayin' we should keep it down and not abuse it 

Man, I don't sweat those old ass bastards 

I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered 

They work on they lawns, they seem so bored 

I think their ass should reside in the county morgue 

They're postin' up signs, man I think they should chill 

Talkin' if I don't call the cops then my neighbor will 

Because from city to city it's all the same 

The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang 

Sick and tired, the way they walk 

Sick and tired, the way they talk 

Sick and tired, the things they say 

Sick and tired, Where's my J? 

Sick and tired, same old song 

Sick and tired, where's my bong? 

Sick and tired, anarchy! 

Spies, they're all around me 

Spies, in every county 

Spies, my head's their bounty 

Snipers in the air... 

The neighborhood watch is after us 

The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus 

The neighborhood watch is what they say, 

But when I think they're walkin' towards me, I light another... 

Every night when the street lights come on 

We usually gather round, take rips from the bong 

This John Wayne Country, republican block 

A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops 

Cook and clean, the life of slave 

Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Jenny Craig 

They started mind control, when we were in school 

Wanna see us livin' life under the golden rule 

Peepin' out the windows, folks always look in 

Minding my business when they should be cooking 

Bored is how their life must be 

Wait till there's a real crime on our street 

That's when, you'll go off run and hide 

Leaving Kottonmouth behind protectin' neighborhood pride 

When the criminals are lying dead in the streets 

Kottonmouth's returning all the stolen TVs 

Yeah but that's all right, it's all good 

Now you know who's watchin' this neighborhood 

Because from city to city it's all the same 

The neighborhood watch is a bitch ass gang 

Sick and tired, the way they walk 

Sick and tired, the way they talk 

Sick and tired, the things they say 

Sick and tired, where's my J? 

Sick and tired, same old song 

Sick and tired, where's my bong? 

Sick and tired, anarchy! 

Spies, they're all around me 

Spies, in every county 

Spies, my head's their bounty 

Snipers in the air...