Built To Last Lyrics
| Song | Built To Last |
| Artist | Kottonmouth Kings |
| Album | Rollin' Stoned |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- | |
| Why do all these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we | |
| was built to last | |
| The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder | |
| AKA D-Loc Mr. Ginseu Master | |
| The Budda Blasta it all-good | |
| Operatin in my green room | |
| Cutting up my words. | |
| You betta make way | |
| Ie been know to blow the spot | |
| Mr. Ginseu Master | |
| And Bobby Suenam | |
| We form like volton connected by the feet | |
| So theirs room to reach | |
| When we transform the beat | |
| With the ill techniques | |
| Needles stick like gum | |
| Bobby on the two and shaky on the one | |
| Here comes the suenamie brothas | |
| Duck fuck run grab your shields and | |
| Putten up this ain for fun | |
| Table combat son | |
| You betta blow the spot | |
| When I penetrate it deep | |
| You know I smoke my pot | |
| Everyday I stay ripped | |
| They call me D-Loc the C | |
| Don Eva get it twisted | |
| Naw! Mean. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to | |
| last | |
| And you know this | |
| I got so Herb in my pocket | |
| A caddie an a truck | |
| A phat chain wallet | |
| A dirt bike, mini bike and a go-cart | |
| A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard | |
| My wake because winter just passed | |
| Summer comin up | |
| River runs with the hash | |
| Me and all my dogs | |
| Drinken beers token buds | |
| Yorkin on are trucks | |
| Right under the sun | |
| And when the water cold | |
| We sit and get stoned | |
| Hollerin at the hunny's | |
| Talkin shit from crow boat | |
| And if you don know | |
| I don really fuckin care | |
| Like listen to a drunk | |
| When he yappin in my ear | |
| Talken this tale that | |
| Your not make no sense | |
| Like smoken crack by a fence | |
| Or bud when it dense | |
| Don run get it twisted | |
| I a tell you again | |
| The call me L-O-C | |
| Sucka see ya! Say. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to | |
| last | |
| I be the kid with my pants | |
| Straight sagged to my knees | |
| Got my vans on my feet | |
| Smoke a once a week | |
| Written rhymes to beats | |
| Intertwining with timing | |
| Rhyming patters are scatteren | |
| I as high as the heavens | |
| Farmer are caddle | |
| Eaten valiums and tatilen | |
| On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins | |
| On the search for medalians | |
| While they thinking their stallions | |
| I about to burn like dragons | |
| How could you imagin | |
| Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom | |
| With a attitude bablin | |
| On the desk I was taggen | |
| While the teacher was talking | |
| Hald the time I was nappin | |
| Sides the fact I was slacken | |
| Didn care if I was passin | |
| Relaxin and laughing | |
| Stealing pencils and graphing | |
| Children for magazine | |
| Memories of causalities | |
| People now gather me I the D-L-O-C | |
| And Il I do is smoke weed. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glass-I-I need to rip another vapor blast- Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash- Kottonmouth was built to last- you know that we was built to | |
| last |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast | |
| Why do all these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we | |
| was built to last | |
| The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder | |
| AKA DLoc Mr. Ginseu Master | |
| The Budda Blasta it allgood | |
| Operatin in my green room | |
| Cutting up my words. | |
| You betta make way | |
| I e been know to blow the spot | |
| Mr. Ginseu Master | |
| And Bobby Suenam | |
| We form like volton connected by the feet | |
| So theirs room to reach | |
| When we transform the beat | |
| With the ill techniques | |
| Needles stick like gum | |
| Bobby on the two and shaky on the one | |
| Here comes the suenamie brothas | |
| Duck fuck run grab your shields and | |
| Putten up this ain for fun | |
| Table combat son | |
| You betta blow the spot | |
| When I penetrate it deep | |
| You know I smoke my pot | |
| Everyday I stay ripped | |
| They call me DLoc the C | |
| Don Eva get it twisted | |
| Naw! Mean. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we was built to | |
| last | |
| And you know this | |
| I got so Herb in my pocket | |
| A caddie an a truck | |
| A phat chain wallet | |
| A dirt bike, mini bike and a gocart | |
| A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard | |
| My wake because winter just passed | |
| Summer comin up | |
| River runs with the hash | |
| Me and all my dogs | |
| Drinken beers token buds | |
| Yorkin on are trucks | |
| Right under the sun | |
| And when the water cold | |
| We sit and get stoned | |
| Hollerin at the hunny' s | |
| Talkin shit from crow boat | |
| And if you don know | |
| I don really fuckin care | |
| Like listen to a drunk | |
| When he yappin in my ear | |
| Talken this tale that | |
| Your not make no sense | |
| Like smoken crack by a fence | |
| Or bud when it dense | |
| Don run get it twisted | |
| I a tell you again | |
| The call me LOC | |
| Sucka see ya! Say. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we was built to | |
| last | |
| I be the kid with my pants | |
| Straight sagged to my knees | |
| Got my vans on my feet | |
| Smoke a once a week | |
| Written rhymes to beats | |
| Intertwining with timing | |
| Rhyming patters are scatteren | |
| I as high as the heavens | |
| Farmer are caddle | |
| Eaten valiums and tatilen | |
| On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins | |
| On the search for medalians | |
| While they thinking their stallions | |
| I about to burn like dragons | |
| How could you imagin | |
| Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom | |
| With a attitude bablin | |
| On the desk I was taggen | |
| While the teacher was talking | |
| Hald the time I was nappin | |
| Sides the fact I was slacken | |
| Didn care if I was passin | |
| Relaxin and laughing | |
| Stealing pencils and graphing | |
| Children for magazine | |
| Memories of causalities | |
| People now gather me I the DLOC | |
| And I l I do is smoke weed. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we was built to | |
| last |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast | |
| Why do all these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we | |
| was built to last | |
| The Adventures of shaky bonez the intruder | |
| AKA DLoc Mr. Ginseu Master | |
| The Budda Blasta it allgood | |
| Operatin in my green room | |
| Cutting up my words. | |
| You betta make way | |
| I e been know to blow the spot | |
| Mr. Ginseu Master | |
| And Bobby Suenam | |
| We form like volton connected by the feet | |
| So theirs room to reach | |
| When we transform the beat | |
| With the ill techniques | |
| Needles stick like gum | |
| Bobby on the two and shaky on the one | |
| Here comes the suenamie brothas | |
| Duck fuck run grab your shields and | |
| Putten up this ain for fun | |
| Table combat son | |
| You betta blow the spot | |
| When I penetrate it deep | |
| You know I smoke my pot | |
| Everyday I stay ripped | |
| They call me DLoc the C | |
| Don Eva get it twisted | |
| Naw! Mean. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we was built to | |
| last | |
| And you know this | |
| I got so Herb in my pocket | |
| A caddie an a truck | |
| A phat chain wallet | |
| A dirt bike, mini bike and a gocart | |
| A skateboard shoot gun and a snowboard | |
| My wake because winter just passed | |
| Summer comin up | |
| River runs with the hash | |
| Me and all my dogs | |
| Drinken beers token buds | |
| Yorkin on are trucks | |
| Right under the sun | |
| And when the water cold | |
| We sit and get stoned | |
| Hollerin at the hunny' s | |
| Talkin shit from crow boat | |
| And if you don know | |
| I don really fuckin care | |
| Like listen to a drunk | |
| When he yappin in my ear | |
| Talken this tale that | |
| Your not make no sense | |
| Like smoken crack by a fence | |
| Or bud when it dense | |
| Don run get it twisted | |
| I a tell you again | |
| The call me LOC | |
| Sucka see ya! Say. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we was built to | |
| last | |
| I be the kid with my pants | |
| Straight sagged to my knees | |
| Got my vans on my feet | |
| Smoke a once a week | |
| Written rhymes to beats | |
| Intertwining with timing | |
| Rhyming patters are scatteren | |
| I as high as the heavens | |
| Farmer are caddle | |
| Eaten valiums and tatilen | |
| On the side of a mountain choppin trees down or cabins | |
| On the search for medalians | |
| While they thinking their stallions | |
| I about to burn like dragons | |
| How could you imagin | |
| Back in the day I was a pest in the classroom | |
| With a attitude bablin | |
| On the desk I was taggen | |
| While the teacher was talking | |
| Hald the time I was nappin | |
| Sides the fact I was slacken | |
| Didn care if I was passin | |
| Relaxin and laughing | |
| Stealing pencils and graphing | |
| Children for magazine | |
| Memories of causalities | |
| People now gather me I the DLOC | |
| And I l I do is smoke weed. | |
| Time keeps on slippin through that hour glassII need to rip another vapor blast Why do all | |
| these people keep on talkin trash Kottonmouth was built to last you know that we was built to | |
| last |
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