Yo, Cottonmouth Kings don't stand for a gang, Cottonmouth Kings just let the nuts hang.Everyday thing, how we hang, how we hang, Cottonmouth Kings just do our own thing.Ditty datty, ditty datty, ditty datty day.The mission type of thing that we be doing everyday.Ditty datty, ditty datty, ditty datty day.Make strong moves, so these players can play.So we can play on, play on.Now I woke up this morning and I thought about her.Smoked a cigarette and I checked my dirty drawers.Threw out some bingies and I grabbed my back chain.Sucked it down my waist and I let my pants swing.Beanie on my head just to cover up my lung.The night before I got in a fight just cause I was drunk.Grabbed my sack of weed and I loaded up the bottle.Took a rip, held it in, then I copped up a loan.Earned some incense so I could cover up the smell.An everyday thing that I live to tell.Put on my black ties, covered up my red eyes.If that copper fucks me over, well it's lies, lies, lies.Ditty datty, ditty datty, ditty datty day.Ditty datty, ditty datty, ditty datty day.Man the stereo was on and the CD was bumpin'.Insane clown posse talkin' bout chicken.Walked up to the fence, jumped up and grabbed my bitch.Picked up the phone, damn I even got the call.Party later on by River Jetties.Fifty-six streets so you know there'll be some betty.Pacific Coast, now it takes me to my destination.Party time baby, it's a nightly occupation.Stepped up the firewood, turned the players dead.On the way to Melanotic, to my brother in the band.There's a smile on your face from my smoothed up style.See you later alligator, after a while crocodile.There's a talk-a-dolla we be doin' everyday.Ditty, ditty datty, ditty datty, ditty datty day.Make some moves, show these players the flash.So we can play on, play on, play on.Now a new day joinin', let's keep the thanks startin'.Hit the phone, wrote a song, took a piss and fart.Did my blue jeans, did some bleach instructions.Mobbin' OC, we need the golden arches.Yo, D-Love where you at?Saint's hung over and he started to yack.He got a Mickey D's cause we don't know how to act.Let's call up Kevin Zinger, hook up all the sacks.Now tonight's the night, like DJ Quig.At least three parties that we gotta hit.And if the cops show up, we're gonna start some ***.Rhyme time baby, cock mouth click.Punk rock music, homegrown and OC.Adolescent doggy style, DI and social beauty.No doubt, ancient O's, now the P-T-B.Generations never die and it's still me.Skates in the sack, let's hit the ditch.Hook up with my girl because the hoe is a bitch.Still that boy, they be puttin' it down, represent OC.Yo, y'all say my homie.It's the type of *** that we be doin' everyday.Diddy, doddy, diddy, doddy, diddy, doddy, dag.Make some room so these clams can play.So we can play on, play on.Bout to stab a, stab a, slap a nose feed.The world is old but the road's called the crazy mud.It's a little noisy but inside it's all good.You guys do fifteens underneath the hood.While I was rollin' down Yogle in the pool of mud.Got the neighborhoods by the fifteens hit hard, dawg.Dodgin' and weavin' down suburbia streets.Tell this one housewife started bitchin' at the streets.So I pulled the *** over and I repped it up.First gear lit him up, then I backed it up.Old bird that curved told her ***.Gave her the bird bump out on that ass.Back on the mix, the score was set.Seven-seven bone out past the Cadillac.Heard a horn honk, it was four.Ladies, I'm a tip because I'm so unique.Turn the bass high and I tilted my lip.I'm used to gettin' tucked, I'm that P-Town kid.And they know I'm doin' *** that you wish you did.Dip right, goin' 30 round the corner, I slip.Jumped at the school, jumped on my scope.Four freaks showed up when I used to thump.They broke out the blunt and they got me stoned.Another day gone, shame life's so long.This the type of thing that we be doin' every day.Diddy-doddy, diddy-doddy, diddy-doddy-day.Make somethin' new so these players can play.So we can play on, play on, come on.We gon' play to best and smoked out everyday.Diddy-doddy, diddy-doddy, diddy-doddy-day.Bringin' a fat sack so the homies can blame.So we can blaze on, blaze on, come on, come on.Diddy-doddy, diddy-doddy-day, Diddy-diddy, diddy-doddy day.Blaze y'all play it young, baby.Blaze y'all play it young, baby.Blaze y'all play it young, baby.Blaze y'all play it young, baby.