Mass plantation
 With the Kottonmouth Kings burnin up the nation.

 Don't watch your back cause we're comin through front
 And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt
 My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
 We're the Kottonmouth Kings; we're kickin psychedelic funk
 Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
 Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

 Shit it's a damn good day, got money in the bank,
 Gas in my tank, pays for my dank
 Got a new Paramax, money for the taxes,
 And for the plant of herb the lord I do thank
 Boom, shit, bang, X is the name, dirt slang's the game
 And I bang poontang
 It's the first county all league pimp selection,
 Bobby B's on the mix with the vinyl injection
 I went from sinner to Saint, Saint back to sinner
 (?), But I huff paint thinner
 Took your boo home and that bitch made me dinner
 Rolled a couple phillies and I went up in her.
 It's the capital D, the L-O-C
 Can't nobody even fuck with me, hell no
 My style is free; I bangs the P,
 I tagged the circle "A" for anarchy

 Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front
 And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt
 My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
 We're the Kottonmouth Kings; we're kickin psychedelic funk
 Puffin on a blunt, indo, schwag, or skunk
 Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

 Hot Damn! I'm back in my van.
 Copper pulled me over, asked me what's my plan?
 Been sniffin around like Toucan Sam,
 WHAT? BLAM BLAM! Now there's bacon on the van
 I said fuck the police I'm an old school skater
 (??) On the curb throw up peace and say lata
 Got a dark vibe like that fool Darth Vador,
 Told you mother fuckers I'm an old school skater

 I'm D-Loc so fair is fair, party over here, fuck you over there
 I got a bag of bud smothered in red hair
 Saint Dog started drinking so you better beware
 I got so much bounce you can feel my vibration,
 Easy access for easy penetration
 What's all this talk about a generation? Legalize the plant
 Let's free this nation

 (Buyaka Buyaka?) Hemp plantation
 (Buyaka Buyaka?), free this nation

 Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front
 And when we're on stage yeah we're smokin like a blunt
 My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
 We're the Kottonmouth Kings; we're kickin psychedelic funk
 Puffin on a blunt-indo, schwag, or skunk
 Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

 Now the kind I smoke is dipped in Willie Wonka
 Chocolate factory, I take more hits than Tonka
 Light you up like Blanca, get u buzzin like a bee
 We're the bong tokin fiends representin' OC
 Oh oh oh shit I'm back up in the mix
 Its D-loc with the grab bag of tricks
 Your bitch is on my dick, your momma is too
 And this is going out to the Kottonmouth krew

 (?) wearing' (?) that don't fit
 Dirty wife beaters, I should just quit
 But I don't give a shit my rhymes make me legit
 Whores in my hand as I bounce through the pit
 Punk rock and I can't forget cha
 Kottonmouth Kings up in the picture
 Suburban noise, man I thought you knew,
 And if you're down with punk rock, throw your horns up fool
 Yes we're comin through with an oldie brew
 West Coast juggalos sayin hoodie hoo

 Don't watch your back cause we're comin through the front
 And when we're on stage we're smokin like a blunt
 My minds always trippin so you know I can not front
 We're the Kottonmouth Kings; we're kickin psychedelic funk
 Puffin on a blunt indo, schwag, or skunk
 Southern Cali punks kickin psychedelic funk

 Scratch pow, don't ask me how
 Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you anyhow
 Take that! Let's fishbowl this bitch
 What's the time? Its time to get lit
 Buyaka buyaka, spliff to the clip
 Now the roach is lit, goes right to my lip
 Inhale, hold it real deep
 Orange County horny devils back on the fuckin creep