We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation  You swept them under the rug cuz we was Caucasian  Had you even second guessin our hip hop occupation  We don’t give a fuck about Mtv or your local radio station  Kottonmouth Kings serves the underground nation    oh no I’m back in the scene still same car  same zip code didn’t move too far  same old friends same old story  drink throw up then puke and rally  same old pets I still got Ed  quit smokin bogues now i get head instead  same old bed but i got new sheets  cause the ass i hit now yo you wouldn’t believe  still smokin pot still dodgin cops  two things in my life that are never gonna stop  still drivin high bust the same ol tricks  50-50 on the lip kick flip off the hit  same ol jokes pop the same size tokes  still hit the river in the same dope boats  still no coke but smoke an ounce a day  and any jay in the rotation is done    Our whole life is a paid vacation  You probably wont hear us on your radio station  Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation  Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin  Forever circulating on a quest to be free    God damn i got some worn out shit  The same old pants and the dirty ass lid  My worn out socks and my worn out shoes  Still got the same ol sweaters that i never even use  I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house  It’s all fuckin faded cuz i always pass out  My bike still rolls you know the BK’s a ripper  My skate’s gettin old but i got some new stickers  ?? the faders leeking over  broke another bong and lost a big nug of ganja  ?? just got burned by some candles  i misplaced my records and i smoked all my kamels  the table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass  and the pressure from the faucet for the the water dont blast  im gonna lose it my shits goin south on me   I"m done damn i need some money    Our whole life is a paid vacation  You probably wont hear us on your radio station  Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation  Joints keep blazin constantly rotatin    Same ol X same punk rock veins  Same bounced checks just sign different names  Same ol sheets got the crusty cum stains  Same dirty thought, I’m a dick for brains  Same ol story same ol routine  same nympho same old butt feind  same ol player same old ass ways  same ol number back from my club days    Same ol Same ol we got some new shit  I just bought a truck and i got a new crib  well you got a new crib i just purchased a pound  I’m bout to chop it all up and slang it around my town  well i’ma need about 4 to drop my price to the ground  whoa it ain’t as serious as it sounds  whoa to the people that have laid the foundation  bob marley cypress hill 2 Short and Total Devistation