Artist/Band:
Kottonmouth Kings
Lyrics for Song: Who's The Criminal (feat. Humble Gods)
Lyrics for Album: Fire It Up [2004]
(DADDY X)
This freedom song, goes out to anybody, who's ever been judged, harassed,
Or thrown in jail for smoking the plant marijuana.
(LOC)
Fuck it, now why you gotta judge me, who the fuck are you?
Trying to run up in my life, and tell me what to do.
You need to arrest your son, because he's selling pounds of weed.
He's getting over on you, and you're stupid enough not to see.
(RICHTER)
You ask, how much money have I spent buying weed?
Not at much as I spent on court and legal fees.
You wouldn't believe how much it costs to be free.
A couple of G's every time they find a roach on me.
Shit, I never learn, the lesson they teach.
Do the robot when they pull the gun and say "freeze."
Get off these, you're the one being thieves.
Take away my rights and you tax my salaries.
(LOC)
Yo, Ima keep bailin', fuck the police.
Alcohol is legal need to legalize weed.
I know they know, so what's the problem?
You got the gun, we got the plant it's time solve 'em.
(DADDY X)
You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, who's the criminal?
Chase me as I plant my seeds all across the land, across the land.
Mr. Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey)
Freedom of the plant, as we came to take a stand, take a stand.
(RICHTER)
You know I never understand the negative stance on the plant.
When it grows on a branch, oh that gun in your hand?
Kills more people on this earth, but illegal that's absurd.
What's more evil, a weapon or some herb?
(LOC)
Yo, relax and kick back, worry about real crimes.
Smoking a plant? You're out your fuckin' mind.
Gimme a break, yo ass fake as fake.
Faker then the people putting food on your plate
(DADDY X)
Stop that, drop that, give me that mic.
Rough me, cuff me, read me my rights.
No work higher, born and bred, black boots, billy clubs on my head.
Fuck you, fuck me, fuck that shit.
Legalize freedom celebrate gods gift.
You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, who's the criminal?
You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, ahhhhh!
Mr. Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey)
Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey)
Protect and serve, slap my face on the street, illegal search.
Fingers in my cavity, struck a nerve.
Now I'm on a violent streak.
Now will see, the meaning of brutality.
You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, who's the criminal?
You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, ahhhh!
Swear to god, sworn to uphold the law but it was man.
Never God who made a gun, mace my face.
Hit me with his billy club it's just a plant put here by God above.
You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, who's the criminal?
You got the gun, I got a plant, you got the gun, ahhhhh!
Mr. Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey)
Officer man, police officer man, with the gun in your hand (hey hey hey hey hey)
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