Kottonmouth Kings - Put It Down lyrics

"lights off sh** coming at you live and on fire Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill" You know southern california be home of the highest Between the hill and kottonmouth we smoking nothing but the finest The weed incredible, we unstoppable teams We down with cypress like how essays be down with 13's Never punk rice cause they simply below us Don't mess around with street vendors strictly go to the growers And everybody who know us we get outta space high Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye Put the blunt down, here's the rundown Riding sundown slide us out the front Ill get you high, won't come down Catch a contact homie watch as I take hits Show me who you know that take n***a vap hits Everybody grows let me know if you need some Tell me what you want; you can call Dr. green thumb Put the blunt down if I'm wrong well homie then I'm stoned That's what happens when you hit the f**ing bong well Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down Put the, put the, put the pipe down put the pipe down Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down Put your, put your, put your bong down put your bong down Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down And listen up now Y'all mother f**ers no the deal Its kottonmouth kings and cypress hill Gotta sip that bud, ya'll know whats up Its d double dash don't give a f** Got a kush wrapped up, and I gotta k** Don't act tough or you will get real Nickel bags don't, be slick I'm feeling kinda good, I got an itch Its time for your mind Here I go with my rhyme I'm gonna get him from the front You can get him from behind Sen dog gonna be real Putting it down for the crown Got the people shook up Off the smoke from the pounds Pack another bowl in the pipe if you want hell Maybe we can lace another load make the song sell Let me roll this hash leaf kush in the middle son If you never putting then we rollin' you a little one Dude put the brownie down you f**ing light weight We smoking after 21 just searching for the right date High, ? get you hammered in a second son Take a f**ing hit and get in line for the second one Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down Put the, put the, put the pipe down put the pipe down Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down Put your, put your, put your bong down put your bong down Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down And listen up now So now you know, you better stop all you busts better hit the back door We ain't fronting, that's what its all about, somebody put this gun up in his mouth Welcome to the west coast, where the real tokers stay They should rename this the cannabis state (cannabis state) We cant relate if you ain't from the area We got the one hitter quitter that'll bury ya It gets scarier when clones cross polonaise Hydroponic, cryptnotic, supersonic, madocnize You wake up and you still feeling groggy yeah Heads foggy like cereal that's soggy yeah You pack a bowl but you cant find your lighter still A loaded crisis somebody call cypress hill Sen dog you got some fire for a brother man? "I got some fire but your lighter's still up in your hand" Put the pipe down, put the, put the, put the pipe down Put the, put the, put the pipe down put the pipe down Put your bong down, put your, put your, put your bong down Put your, put your, put your bong down put your bong down Put the blunt down, put the, put the, put the blunt down Put the, put the, put the blunt down put the blunt down Put the pipe down, put your bong down, put the blunt down And listen up now Hit 'em with a sick sh**, just like the misfits Kottonmouth and cypress hill, always kick the dope sh** Down with daddy x, d-loc and johnny richter Southern cali most high do ya get the picture? We don't stop, we just keep on thumping With the sk**s that k** home boy ain't lacking nothing From the streets of ? all the way to the o.c. Any way around the world we smoke the dope weed We got what it takes, cush, bud, hash cakes Smoke filled room when the hits take place I becoming mad stoned on the phone with Tommy Chong Beating on my chest mad dog, King Kong Here's another verse from the dirt that came first We coming at ya hard from the ghetto to the surf I be putting in work, so just stay up off my turf Or I'll have your homeboys straight calling for a hurst Put the blunt down and listen up now