Paid Vacation(Explicit) - Kottonmouth Kings

Paid Vacation (Explicit) - Kottonmouth Kings/Brad Xavier/Timothy McNutt/Dustin Miller/Mike Kumagai
Written by：Brad Xavier/Timothy McNutt/Dustin Miller/Mike Kumagai
We put some of the illest beats from the west coast into circulation
You swept them under the rug cuz we was caucasian
Had you even second guessin' our hip hop occupation
We don't give a f**k about MTV or your local radio station
Kottonmouth kings serves the underground nation
Oh no I'm back in the scene still same car
Same zip code didn't move too far
Same old friends same old story
Drink throw up then puke and rally
Same old pets I still got Ed
Quit smokin' bogues now I get head instead
Same old bed but I got new sheets
Cause the a** I hit now yo you wouldn't believe
Still smokin' pot still dodgin' cops
Two things in my life that are never gonna stop
Still drivin' high bust the same ol tricks
5050 on the lip kick flip off the hit
Same ol jokes pop the same size tokes
Still hit the river in the same d**e boats
Still no coke but smoke an ounce a day
And any Jay in the rotation is done
Our whole life is a paid vacation
You probably won't hear us on your radio station
Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation
Joints keep blazin' constantly rotatin'
Our whole life is a paid vacation
You probably won't hear us on your radio station
Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation
Joints keep blazin' rotatin'
Forever circulating on a quest to be free
God damn I got some worn out sh*t
The same old pants and the dirty a** lid
My worn out socks and my worn out shoes
Still got the same ol sweaters that I never even use
I gotta worn out couch in the middle of my house
It's all f**kin' faded cuz I always pass out
My bike still rolls you know the bk's a ripper
My skate's gettin' old but I got some new stickers
Vestax my mixer
The faders leeking over
Broke another bong and lost a big nug of ***
My life folds up I just got burned by some candles
I misplaced my records and I smoked all my kamels
The table in my kitchen gots a chip up in the glass
And the pressure from the faucet for the the water don't blast
I'm gonna lose it my shits goin' south on me
I m done damn I need some money
Our whole life is a paid vacation
You probably won't hear us on your radio station
Cuz beats like these bang the underground nation
Joints keep blazin' constantly rotatin'
Our whole life is a paid vacation
You prolly won't hear us on your radio station
'Cuz beats like these from the underground nation
Joints keep blazin' rotatin'
Same o' ex and punk rock veins f**k off
Same bounced checks signed different names
Same o' sheets got the crusty cum stains eww
Same dirty thoughts I got a dick for brains daddy
Same o' story same o' routine
Same ear f**k same o' bafiend
Same o' player same o' a** ways
Same o' number back from my club days
Same o' same o' we got some new sh*t
I just bought a truck and I got a new crib
While you got a new crib I just purchased a pound
About to chop it all up and about to swing it around my town
Well I'ma need about 40 and drop my price to the ground
It ain't as serious as it sounds
To the people who laid the foundation
Bob Marley Cypress Hill Detroit and Total Devestation
Our whole life is a paid vacation
You prolly won't hear us on your radio station
'Cuz beats like these is from the underground nation
Joints keep blazin' cop is rotatin'
Our whole life is a paid vacation
You prolly won't hear us on your radio station
'Cuz beats like these is from the underground nation
Joints keep blazin' rotatin' forever circulatin' on our quest to be free