Kottonmouth Kings - Ridin' High (feat. B-Real of Cypress Hill) Lyrics

Complimentary "Ridin' High (feat. B-Real of Cypress Hill)" Ringtone

(Chorus) 
Ridin' High 
Switchin' lanes back and forth, puffin' strains of Indo 
We ridin' high 
Foot on the gas, car full of weed smoke 
Ridin' high 
Laid back, smooth, it'll put you in the mood 
We ridin' high 
We're the Kings of the chronic and this is how we do 

D-Loc: 
When I bounce out, I got a pocket full of weed 
Pants always sagged, Double Dash burnin' trees 
Seat cocked back, got my shit bumpin' 
Stop at the liquor store to get a little somethin' 
Pick a 12 pack up, a couple of blunts 
Go back to the crib, now it's time to get drunk 
Call my girl up, 'cause I need a lil' love 
Roll another blunt, let the smoke float above 

J Rich: 
On a Sunday afternoon, just washin' my car 
Gettin' it ready for the night and the boulevard 
Polishin' all the chrome and shinin' up the tires 
Smokin' joint after joint, I couldn't get no higher 
Keep a mini-bong chillin' in my cup holder 
Plus a bag in my lap full of nothin' but the dosha 
Cruisin' out the neighborhood on a slow stone creek 
I'm just out ridin' high, simply doin' my thing 

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B Real: 
Hittin' the weed and become just like me 
Kush smokin' rebel full of THC 
One hit, two hit, three hit, four 
Then five more hits from my eight foot Roor 
Then roll that shit up and hit it, pass it around 
Don't hog it up or we take it away and put you down 
You wanna medicate, meditate 
Been known for hittin' the bong, blunts, and the vaporate 
We ridin' high with an endless supply 
Because we ride or die and put the red in your eyes 
We sack it up in three months, packin' the free lunch 
After the 420, we stackin' the damn money 
And so it goes if you're holidn' the dro 
Break it out, blaze it up, then you hittin' & hold 
With the KMK or the Cypress blend 
You better twist those ends and go tell your friends 

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Daddy X: 
We rollin' out like Willy and the chocolate bunch 
With a tail pipe, blowin' nothin' but the Skunk 
We's ridin', we's some high hombres 
West side voodoo heads smokin' hay all day 
See the police, they ain't phasin' me 
I've had a lot of cops sit down & blaze with me 
Throw their guns and their badge on the table 
And break out a pound of the confiscated label 

(CHORUS)

Complimentary "Ridin' High (feat. B-Real of Cypress Hill)" Ringtone

lyrics submitted by Jerrah on 11-05-2008
lyrics corrected by Skyy Alexander on 26-06-2008