Welcome To The Suburbs Lyrics - Hidden Stash Ii: The Kream Of The Krop - Kottonmouth Kings

(Talking) 

Home sweet home 

Let me take a drink of my fucking bud lite 

Yo Richter, lite that joint yo X 

Yo yo yo 

Turn the porch light on 

Welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green 

Home of the mouthafucking Kottonmouth Kings 

Where days become nights and nights become dreams 

Where everything gets lost in between 

(Johnny Richter) 

Welcome to my block with the spot that I call my home 

Where the locks are unlocked and I got cellular phones 

Where the Kings was formed the true Kings is from 

Sitting right in Orange County living under the sun 

(D-Loc) 

Growing up in the 'burbs 

Where the herbs the word 

The herb herb herb 

You know the herbs the word 

We as high as some birds 

You can use my turn 

Don't test Kottonmouth or your might get served 

(Daddy X) 

Now your gunna get served and a kick to the curb 

Where this kings click stay and looks for some premium herb 

Every day, every day, every body, outa mind 

Take a trip with us with the sticky untied 

(Hook 1) 

We rather get high more than one time 

Never hit the shwag always smoking on the Ganga 

Everybody gotta have a bong 

We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though 

When the Kings toke we're blown from the kind 

My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy 

Every body gotta have a bong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) 

(D-Loc) 

With my out grown caddi 

Got the color of a cookie looking butter pecan 

'cause you know I can 

Rolling away too cute on my way to Thrifties 

'Bout to shoot a lil' hoops and get a scoop for fifty 

I'm balling doo wa diddy diddy dumb 

Throw it up in the burbs, drinking beers; having fun 

And I'm always on the run with a sack in my pocket 

Kottonmouth Kings, yo we the hot topic 

(Johnny Richter) 

You can find me rolling in my truck just as high as fuck 

You can find me hitting my bud on the way to the pump 

You can find me in mid ank on my way to my moms 

'cause if I don't get high I won't be staying 'til nine 

Ya see I'm puffing a Jays on avenues and high ways 

I might be ripping off my foldable portable veins 

And I never slip at all I'm either smoking or drinking con 

Ninety nine percent of the time I'm going outa my mind 

(Hook 1) 

We rather get high more than one time 

Never hit the shwag always smoking on the Ganga 

Everybody gotta have a bong 

We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though 

When the Kings toke we're blown from the kind 

My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy 

Every body gotta have a bong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) 

(Talking) 

Yo Yo Yo man growing up in the burbs 

It was good you know what I mean 

It was five dollars an hour like me your done 

From g's to ki's 

Welcome to the suburbs where the grass is green 

Home of the mouthafucking Kottonmouth Kings 

Where days become nights and nights become dreams 

Where everything ain't what it seems 

(Johnny Richter & D-Loc in this order) 

Bout to get my buzz blooming 

'cause it's close to noon double grippin on the blue 

Steady sipping 'til I'm through 

'cause I ain't one to pound 

But can go all day 

Loc and Richter never play 

Get it straight 

Get outta the way 

You know, back in the day we built a late bed 

Only role it to the beach when it's double on the head 

I go down to the west and watch some kamikaze runs 

And if I'm outta joints I'm going home 

You're done hee-haw 

I think I heard a donkey (donkey) 

You a weird moutha fucka D; recently a seen a new look in your eyes 

That's me expanding my high searching for its eyes 

Well I'm twitching my thumb and flicking any bitch 

You know I listen to my pops 'and call the neighbors fuckin pricks 

Special hit from the streets 

Now you know when it's a lie 

Now I'm filling up my bong 

FILLING ANY TIME!! 

(Hook 1) 

We rather get high more than one time 

Never hit the shwag always smoking on the Ganga 

Everybody gotta have a bong 

We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though 

When the Kings toke we're blown from the kind 

My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy 

Every body gotta have a bong (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah) 

(Hook 2) 

We're running outa money we're running outa time 

Never hit the shwag always smoking on the ganga 

Everybody gotta have a bong 

We're drinking beer in the keg but I'm too drunk to stand in line though 

We rather get high more than one time 

My body's feeling numb I'm going crazy 

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah 

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah