[Intro:]  Creep, creep, I'm on the creep  The creep for the kind bud  O.C. late night, rolling in the v-dub  Sick of scraping resin so I'm looking for a sack  All I learn, I'll head for burn  BSO's got my back  Right on, right on brother, blaze on  You better rip that shit, rip it  It's that 1605 shit, real Huntington Beach  Backyard fucking, garage style    [Chorus:]  Bump, bump, bump  That's the sound of the fifteens while they're hitting in my trunk  Said bump, bump, bump  We're the Kottonmouth Kings and we don't give a fuck    [(Verse) Saint Dog:]  Well I'm that pig that the bitches talk about  Saint's what they shout, you got all the clout  A day in the life of a Kottonmouth King, 1605 (fool pass me the thing)  Now the stereo is off, I sway, push play  You hear Humble Gods from a mile away  All the heads are bobbing because the base is bumping  D-Loc is mumbling, (I got a little something)  Well he passed me a hornet and I took a sip  Sparked up a bowl and I took a rip, trip  Came to halt at an intersection  Turned up the music at my discretion  D-Loc in the back said what do I see  A jeep full of freaks just staring at me  D-Loc was right; they were in a range rover  Looked over my shoulder, I pulled them all over  They got out the car and stepped to my side  I said, hello ladies let's take a ride  I'm Saint Dog, that's D-Loc the man  Daddy X is the one that's driving the van  So climb on in and don't be shy  We're gonna close the doors and let the games be fly  Once again I said it, my name's SD  It's just another day of a P-T-B  Come on, come on    [Chorus x2]    Saint Dog putting it down for suburban pride    [(Verse) Saint Dog:]  I was living my life on a nine to five  Up early in the morning trying to survive  Chump change, it's a shame, with no education  No inspiration, no destination,  But now my occupation is to do what I like  Keep the crowd moving and rock the mic  Because if I don't rock it, then another sucker will  And if you don't jock it, then I can't pay the bills  Trick Daddy X threw me out on stage  Said Saint, represent for the underage  Same damn year, my face is up and raised  Got that ring in my nose labeled sixteen gauge    [D-Loc:]  No Saint dog, I hunt ducks with a twelve gauge  And when I'm on the stage, yes I get get real blazed  Get me on the court my skills will put you in a maze  T-T-T-twicking a twine all day  Come on, come on    [Chorus x3]    D-Loc's on the mic, rip rip shit up    [(Verse) D-Loc:]  It's the unpolitical, psychoanalytical,  Undefeated Champ that will stick you fool  My style is crazy, not wooka wakka lazy  If you chill with me I'll be sure to (blaze thee)  Plant you in the ground; let you drift like a daisy  That shit's in my system makes my life kind of hazy  My momma, my poppa, I think I should tell them  The J gots my head, and fucked up my cerebellum  It's about time to compute your math  Because my beats keep bumping like a seismograph  See I've tripped before, but never like this  Straight to my mind, put my brain in a bliss  I wont fake the funk, when I'm smoking on a skunk  That forty bowl evil got my peacock drunk  And like Mickey Mantle, I can switch my stance  I'm a supercharged baller that's electrically enhanced  My flows are silky soft, like I'm writing them in lotion  And I'm a lyricist, that's poetry in motion  To each town, to each house, I cause mass commotion  Cops smellin' money takin' off with my portion  Farewell to all and to all goodnight  I'm leaving these ?? out all night  Wait wait wait you said ?? that shit will fuck you up  Get off the ?? and rock the bump  Come on    [Chorus x1]    Biotch!