| This shout goes out to the most high
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| DJ Rob Harris
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| Shouts going out to the next plane of reality
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| I know you can hear it
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| I know you can feel it
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| I’m alone, so I’m a loner
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| Smoke weed, so I’m a stoner
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| Got that ill sick vibe
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| That make you say bye bye bye boner
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| Let my pants hang, cuz it ain’t no thang
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| I’m taggin P-Town Loc, while I’m puffin' Mary Jane
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| At the level C, sat out there smokin' dubs
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| Saint Dog hangin' deep with those rude boy thugs
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| On the m-i-c rippin' shit for the ill love
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| So pass me the J, so i can get lit
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| Hit. |
| like a daily occupation
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| Hit. |
| let’s form a rotation
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| Hit. |
| now breathe it in and pass it to the left
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| Hit. |
| Kottonmouth is the Best
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| Shouts going out to the city where i venture
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| It’s the city of Placentia
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| Living your life ain’t never been better
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| Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plain
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| Living lifestyles, blazin' on the Mary Jane
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| Kottonmouth gonna send ya. |
| right back where you venture
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| Now green boards
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| Blue sky
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| Stress free
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| No try
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| Green bud
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| D dub’s call it O.C. |
| life
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| Family barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
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| Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
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| No drive bys its all about drive-ins
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| Hittin' skins in the back of a Mercedes Benz
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| And you can rest assured that the herbs always pure
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| And the brews that we drink are for sure to make you slur
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| Pacific Co., Dragon Stout, Newcastle Brown Ale
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| Dark beer Daddy brews in the pound
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| O.C. |
| is the place that we’re talkin' about
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| So O.C. |
| is the place where the shouts go out
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| Shouts going out to the city where i venture
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| It’s the city of Placentia
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| Living your life ain’t never been better
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| Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane
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| Kottonmouth ballers blazin' on the Mary Jane
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| Kottonmouth gonna send ya
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| Right back to Placentia
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| Now the shots be gettin' shot from the left to the right
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| Kottonmouth gonna take you on a flight
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| Now gettin' you up with that dub that we smoke late night
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| I’ll be blazin' on that pipe so i can bust on the mic
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| Smokin' cloves, bustin' blows where i go
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| Saint Dog with that flow comin' out of my soul
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| Got that psychadelic flow with that punk rock stroll
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| Got the spikes in my hair, I let my pants hang low
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| Dog Boy, Humble Gods got my back no doubt
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| So to the city where you venture shows go out
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| Shouts going out to the city where you venture
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| Any city that ya been ta
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| Living your life ain’t never been better
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| Kottonmouth gonna send ya to another orbit or another plane
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| Living lifestyles blazin' on the Mary Jane
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| Kottonmouth gonna send ya
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| Right back to Placentia
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| Anywhere that you venture
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| Right back to Placentia
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| O.C., but its that Riverside in me |