[Hook] Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream So get a grip up on your shit and make sure your pipes clean [Verse 1 Saint Dog DLoc] When I drink booze put a crown on my royal Kottonmouth Kings make a pipe outta foil Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil Damn Saint Dog, Im outta weed again I feel ya Pockets lookin thin aint got a dime to spend! Big Hoss is in the pen, yes hes doing 10 Fuck the system! I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend Judicial system got me wishing I was president I got a grudge against the judgment thats irrelevant I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence Shit, every other night Im getting hella bent I roll my skate to relate to this society, society No money in my pockets cause they lied to me Lied to me too!No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, bong broke I guess thats why they call me crazy DLoc [Hook] Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean [Verse 2 DLoc Saint Dog] When I grow buds I put keefe on my soil Put the green in the bing then I make my water boil Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil Evian in my bong so my water dont spoil Damn LocDog Im outta drink again I feel ya! Buds lookin slim, I need a Heineken A Heineken! My bros locked down doin 9 or 10 Fuck that! Step back, Im bout to crack, can you comprehend? Placentia City got me witty on this way of life I ride a duck, what the fuck, skin it with my knife Theres a zone in my dome called the twilight Im down for my crown each and every night Well I keep my tolerance, stay inside my flow Make ya say damn bro I got to go to a show Life aint what it seems, it aint a dream and I aint playing But Im Saint Vicious and Daddy X is saying [Hook] Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean [Verse 3 Saint Dog DLoc] Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal Government lies yo they make my water boil R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal No money for the skate no change for the tax Went surfin with no keefe but forgot the sex wax Have a purple friend to help ya to relax A one foot glass called the paramax Now afternoon to you is my morning I wake up hit the roach and then Im snoring Outta bed around 3 take 7 BTs Like DJ Rob Harris kid Im soarin [Verse 4 Saint Dog DLoc] I pertains an ill congested vibe Makes ladies strive for my bozak Addicted like prozac. You know that I track em like Lojak Im slicker and quicker, Ill stick ya like Kojak Im alone upon this rhyme that Ive created This rhyme that Ive inflated, wont trade it so gimme my space Government controls so they hated Our life, it has been jaded and faded Were getting erased [Hook] Life aint what it seems, it aint no fucking dream So get a grip upon yo shit and make sure yo pipes clean
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