Artist/Band:
Kottonmouth Kings
Lyrics for Song: Pack Ur Bowls
Lyrics for Album: The Green Album [2008]
[D-Loc]
Let me tell you story about: How some good old boys do it
[Intro]
Pack your bowl
Lets get stoned.
As we head on down the road. (As we head on down the road.)
[Richter]
Now please come and take a journey through life.
Let me experience what it's like for 13 weeks.
On a bus, loungin' in my bottom bunk suite.
With my pillow from home I'm catching rollin Z's.
Countin' sheep while I'm sleeping in my satin sheets.
It's a long way from the extras in a double free.
I spend my day walking up and down invisible streets.
Smoking weed with the kings its a hella of a thing.
[Daddy x]
I spent a lifetime on the open highway. A tough choice but I got do it
my way.
A voice has grown, home so far away, know they are for another 8 days.
I'm passed exhaustion, haven't slept for a week. My girls trippin' and we
gettin' searched by the heat.
On top of that a merch guy rips us blind, worst part I thought he
was a friend of mine.
[Chorus]
Pack your bowls pack your bowls. Pack your bowls pack your bowls.
As we head on down this winding road. (As we head on down the road).
Pack your bowl lets get stoned. (Ah lets get stoned lets get stoned.)
As we head on down the road. (As we head on down the road.)
[D-Loc]
Yeah you know I'm always getting stoned. Waking up everyday in the
morning rollin' bones.
Big ones always keepin' it hot ya know the type to smoke out like some
gun shots.
Put your brain in a slipknot like SlipKnot's, have you standing on a rooftop
rooftop rooftop.
A foot in the gas lean back while I'm ashing, why its up, throw em up, roll
em up, it's a laugh
[Richter]
Ha ha ha my life's kinda funny man. Been everywhere from Spokane out
to Michigan.
My heads spinning yo I think I need a cat-scan. We smoking so much weed
on the cap-i-tan.
Drink some Heineken, bud light in cans, I get loose on the road when I'm
with my band.
And when I'm with my friend we getting out of hand, I'm on a one way
flight that's never gonna land.
[Chorus]
[D-Loc & Richter x2]
We smoke the endo, out the window.
Show at the show we go out for broke.
Got grips like handles, smoke like candle.
Toke after toke we roll down the road yo.
[Daddy X]
Back on the road, we write in the thick of things.
Dippin', Dodging, riding through different scenes,
Different counties, cities, and districts
Somebody call a doctor this crew is so sick!
We the King Klick, cannabis mobsters, chewing up lobsters, high like helicopters
The God gotta, X the Godfather, kicking out paranas, sipping on coladas.
[Chorus x2]
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