| this one for the individuals that surround me everyday, | |
| when i'm at home,smokin' bones in the coo-coo's-way. | |
| day in and day out,it's the same old song, | |
| inside of my livingroom, until we're dead and gone. | |
| 'who got weed?', | |
| 'if you come over bring something to eat!', | |
| 'who's rollin'the next one?', | |
| 'the uncle indeed!' | |
| 4-20 to the fullest and it ain't no stoppin'... | |
| we drink beer,no christal's poppin'. | |
| yo,it's on but the tv is out, | |
| 'ohhhhh....!' | |
| 'has anybody seen the fukkin'remote controle?' | |
| 'NO?' | |
| 'how can it be?everynight it's nowhere to find!' | |
| 'yo,you sit on that damn thing,muthafukka,are you blind??' | |
| switch the damn thing on,what do we have here? | |
| 'nothing!' | |
| 'yo,who the fukk knokked over my beer??' | |
| 'it wasn't me!' | |
| 'yo'mama came over and did it!' | |
| 'ahh,fukk you!' | |
| 'ey yo, puff, puff-give, dikker!' | |
| yeah,i'm with it... | |
| hangin'in my house is a daily routine. | |
| why don't you pay a little visit and find out what i mean? | |
| six red eyes blinkin in the dark... | |
| and you can smell our buddha-smoke even if you're in new york, | |
| when it's on... | |
| for years we keep doin this. | |
| known for bein'not much more than just this. | |
| BROMPTON CITY! | |
| yo, baby that's the deal. | |
| it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill! | |
| BROMPTON CITY! | |
| for years we keep doin'that. | |
| known for bein'not much more than just glad. | |
| BROMPTON CITY! | |
| yo baby, that's the spot. | |
| it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!! | |
| we're jokin'about each other and other muthafukkers around. | |
| when it comes to KTS you hear us laughin' loud. | |
| let ma introduce 'redhead','rottweiler' and 'zed'... | |
| 'alder, noch so'ne tude und ich muss ins bett!' | |
| we laugh harder when we're surfin' though the world wide web. | |
| guestbook-terror,when we 're fukkin' up the internet. | |
| big up to 'fast-h' and the rest of them gringos | |
| who don't understand our brompton-city-lingo! | |
| 'yo nas, why don't you light up another bone?', | |
| 'pikk up the phone!', | |
| 'yo,it's samira and she's all alone!', | |
| 'yo,gimme that!', | |
| 'yo,babygirl,what's up?' | |
| 'nothing, but i guess you three muthafukkers are high as fukk!' | |
| that's right, becuz' we're living in a world of fog. | |
| we make them dogs bark and my silly neighbours talk. | |
| everynight we turn green like the incredible hulk. | |
| 'yo,that shit is bangin'!' | |
| oh,my god! | |
| hangin'on my couch is a daily routine. | |
| why don't you pay a little visit and find out what i mean? | |
| six eyes still red, cuz'we're high again, | |
| and you can smell our buddha-smoke even i' youre in japan, | |
| when it's on! | |
| for years we keep doin this. | |
| known for bein' not much more than just this. | |
| BROMPTON CITY! | |
| yo, baby that's the deal. | |
| it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill! | |
| BROMPTON CITY! | |
| for years we keep doin'that. | |
| known for bein'not much more than just glad. | |
| BROMPTON CITY! | |
| yo baby, that's the spot. | |
| it's a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!! |