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