Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast-
Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we
was built to last


The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder
AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master

The Budda Blasta it's all-good
Operatin in my green room
Cutting up my words.

You betta make way
I've been know to blow the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master

And Bobby Suenam
We form like volton connected by the feet
So theirs room to reach

When we transform the beat
With the ill techniques
Needles stick like gum

Bobby on the two and shaky on the one
Here comes the suenamie brothas
Duck $#&@ run grab your shields and

Putten up this ain't for fun
Table combat son
You betta blow the spot

When I penetrate it's deep
You know I smoke my pot
Everyday I stay ripped

They call me D-Loc the C
Don't Eva get it twisted
Naw! Mean.



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these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to
last


And you know this
I got so Herb in my pocket
A caddie an a truck

A phat chain wallet
A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart
A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard

My wake because winter just passed
Summer comin up
River runs with the hash

Me and all my dogs
Drinken beers token buds
Yorkin on are trucks

Right under the sun
And when the water cold
We sit and get stoned

Hollerin at the hunny's
Talkin %#@! from crow's boat
And if you don't know

I don't really $#&@in care
Like listen to a drunk
When he's yappin in my ear

Talken this tale that
Your not make no sense
Like smoken crack by a fence

Or bud when it's dense
Don't run get it twisted
I'm a tell you again

The call me L-O-C
Sucka see ya! Say.


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these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to
last


I be the kid with my pants
Straight sagged to my knees

Got my vans on my feet
Smoke a once a week
Written rhymes to beats

Intertwining with timing
Rhyming patters are scatteren
I'm as high as the heavens
Farmer are caddle
Eaten valiums and tatilen

On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins
On the search for medalians
While they thinking their stallions
I about to burn like dragons
How could you imagin

Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom
With a attitude bablin
On the desk I was taggen
While the teacher was talking
Hald the time I was nappin

Sides the fact I was slacken
Didn't care if I was passin
Relaxin and laughing
Stealing pencils and graphing
Children for magazine

Memories of causalities
People now gather me I'm the D-L-O-C
And I'll I do is smoke weed.

Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all
these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to

last