Suburban Life aint what it seems   Suburban life the American dream   Suburban life so pretty and clean   Suburban life aint what it seems      The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me   The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me      Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer   Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer   But it didn't long for things things to fall apart   Because the system that he bought aint got no heart   From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes   The American dream was a pack of lies   6 months later Municipal court   Divorce time baby, child support   I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners   No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dogg the sinner   There's no cash back cause there was no receipt   Man suburban life aint done a dime for me      Suburban Life aint what it seems   Suburban life the American dream   Suburban life so pretty and clean   Suburban life aint what it seems   The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me   The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me      Gave in a little deeper to the third degree   More drugs, white thugs, and wannabe's   Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived   America! What? Land of the green   Now you got problems I got mine too   There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew   Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away   To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate   I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs,    On every street   No real jobs for the PTB, So what's it gonna be?   White minority!      Suburban Life aint what it seems   Suburban life the American dream   Suburban life so pretty and clean   Suburban life aint what it seems   The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me   The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me      Now broken homes inside every house   Neighbors yellin', can't work it out   I said beaten wives, tweaked out nights   ooh what a feeling ooh what a life   Now you cant turn back the hands of time   So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine   He's Bobby B, king of the crops   Deep dark purse, phat drop tops   Philly blunt placed behind his ear,    Two turn tables and a Heineken beer   And this is just and everyday thing   Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings   Its X and you know he's rollin' with Saint Dog   Leapin' like some frogs trunk full of hogs   Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes   What ever we could get we was gonna take   Just like the pirates of the Caribbean   Neighborhood watch don't like what they're seein'   Ha ha ha we got it like that   Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard racks      Suburban Life aint what it seems   Suburban life the American dream   Suburban life so pretty and clean   Suburban life aint what it seems   The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me   The Big A, little A and a bouncin' B   The system got you but it won't get me      Suburban Life aint what it seems   Suburban life the American dream   Suburban life so pretty and clean   Suburban life aint what it seems   Fuck the system