Текст Kottonmouth Kings – Stoned Silly

Silly motherfucking white boy
We get stoned
Silly up in this night
So all y’all who ain’t in the joint

Roll it, smoke it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Puff it, pass it
We came to burn it down
Pick it, pack it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Roll it, smoke it
We came to burn it down

Yeah
Wicket da wicket da bomb bomb
Wicket da wicket da brain bomb
Wicket da wicket da what’s wrong
Bitch you wanna battle me bong for bong
And put your home crown on, hahaha
You better get a better idea for what I came for
Don’t act like the motherfucker with game on and the big blunt
And a fat bag trying everything to aim for
It sagging my pants you never mentioned a smoke session
І really rip another but I gotta role one
Sodomy help me plus I gotta grow one
Run a dun dun da dun dun
Da burry the sound of my engines as the hum
Hum to get some
Just don’t rip it again it’s stoned silly y’all

Roll it, smoke it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Puff it, pass it
We came to burn it down
Pick it, pack it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Roll it, smoke it
We came to burn it down

You got enough smoke and I’m bringing it down
Pass it to me, I’m straight from my crown
Smelling the bomb, bringing the boom
Pass it around, stay in the room
Smoking a pitch, hanging a bitch
Packing the shit, smoking a rip
Making ’em laugh of cali jokes
My favorite grip is under my roach
I’m back in the crongs to get in my songs
Stuff it or smash under my bong
Making ’em laugh and making ’em cry
Making ’em bounce off westside
This is the shit, I’m making ’em bang
Motherfucker you know who it is
Yeah they call me D-Loc
I’m from the Kottonmouth Kings
Kottonmouth Kings

Ain’t nobody smashing like we do
Smoke these fools

So you think you can smoke with the big dawgs
Piss in the high grass jump with the leap frogs
Chop logs were lumberjacks without saws
Stepped in the underguard with G strings and glass jars
Silly rabbit trix are for street corners
Hiding from vice squads, kings are the warlords
Over seas of granddaddy kush bongs
Lortex glass bongs my inner freedom song

Roll it, smoke it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Puff it, pass it
We came to burn it down
Pick it, pack it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Roll it, smoke it
We came to burn it down

Roll it, smoke it
We get stoned silly tonight
B-Nites, you’re a fool for this beat
Aye Johnny Richter
Step up to the microphone
And smoke this track like a stoned motherfuckin white boy

I’m stoned silly like a hillbilly
Drunk off the moonshine
Smoking on ounces fuckin dimes
We like wha wha wha whatcha want?
Wha wha wha whatcha smoke?
What wha wha wha whatcha grow?
Wha wha wha whatcha coming to me for?
It’s because you know
Johnny Richter always on it
And I always got got got got got it the super sonic
Just super sonic
That make you feel bionic
Five million dollar makes a track
Catch me if you can

Roll it, smoke it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Puff it, pass it
We came to burn it down
Pick it, pack it
Let’s all get stoned silly
Roll it, smoke it
We came to burn it down