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by Kottonmouth Kings. Buy album CD: Fire It Up
Loc - "Hello?"
Richter - "Hey Loc."
Loc - "What?"
Richter - "What's up man? We still on for today dog?"
Loc - "Yeah, um, are u still down to go get this bud?"
Richter - "Yeah, I will be right through man."
Loc - "Alright, well let me get rid of this bitch real quick and, uh, I will be waitin' for you."
Richter - "Alright man, I gotta do a couple things, man, i'll be right over, man, alright?"
Loc - "Alright, hurry up."
Richter - "Alright peace."
Left P-Town headin' out to Riverside
Crusin in the ride, doin' bout 85
Starin' at my pipe with no bowls to pack
Cuz in my pocket all I'm holdin is an empty sack
A-yo, we bout to fix that and go fetch this bud
The deal's goin down, we gotta get it from this thug
He lives in San Diego and I've heard a lot about him
He's always pushin weight, rocks a cane with a tilted grin
Three stops to make before I hit Loc's house
My pad in Corona plus my low key dope hideout
Then I get some smokes and an extra pack for Loc
Cuz we really gotta go man we gotta hit the road
Got up off my couch, heard a knock on the door
(Ay what up D-loc!)Yeah its Richter wit my smokes
We took some resin tokes with no time to stall
Picked up my cell phone and made that call
Loc - "Damn pick up."
Dealer (Daddy X) - "Hello?"
Loc - "What up? It's D-Loc."
Dealer - "What's up dog?"
Loc - "Like an hour and a half. It's 3 o'clock, like 4:30."
Now we got the rental car
Started headin down South
It was late in the day but the sun was still out
(Yeah) Without a doubt we popped a pill to keep our buzz
Cuz it's a long way to Daygo when you gots no buds
Called up the boys to check everybodys plan
Brewer, Hopper, Marz, Jerbo and Big Taz
Just linin up a crew in case these dudes try to screw us
Ah fuck, now we're stuck behind a school' bus
Quick take a right gotta make the yellow light
Got fifteen minutes till we gotta be on sight
It's right up the block a couple miles up the road
Took the money out the bag to pre-count the dough
Seen the front door of the spot we was goin
Sitch. a little hairy heard the weed was stolen (Fuck!)
Called reinforcements told em wait up the street
Knocked on the door, and gave the bell a ring
(Here we go)
Dealer (Daddy X) - "What's up?"
Loc - "How you doin' man?"
Dealer - "Come on in."
Loc - "What's up dog?"
Dealer - "Whatch ya'll lookin' for today?"
Richter - "Like a ten pack, you know what I mean?"
Dealer - "Yeah, we got the Humboldt, The Blueberry, the Lemon...."
Loc - "Let me smell that. Smells good"
Dealer - "We got some White Widow, some Green Crack."
Richter - "I was kinda lookin' for the Bubble, you know?"
Dealer - "Right."
Richter - "So, uh let's do this."
Dealer - "Alright."
Loc - "Here's the dough."
There was, shit on the walls, a backyard full of dogs
No joke it smelled like they was smokin speed balls
Didn't even wanna sit glad I made that phone call
This could get real ugly if it aint up to par
The first thing I did when I walked in the door
I looked all around everywhere in all four corners
Seen shady characters no one said nuttin to nobody
Wanted to get the dope and give this fool his money
In and out was the plan on the double-double
Now we all full of smiles 10 Pack of the Bubble
An ounze of K.P. another zone of some Homegrown
Put it out Loc, I saw a cop man leave it alone
Just then I threw the joint out the window
Grabbed the Orange Chronic, fired up a bowl
(Give me one to man)
Next thing you know the cop is right on our tail
10 Pounds plus we was goin straight to jail
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