Performed by: Kottonmouth Kings (pictured)
Produced by: Brad Daddy X
Mixed and Engineered by: Phil Kaffel
Written by: Kottonmouth Kings/AK Brothers
Published by: Daddy X Music (BMI)/EMI Virgin Music (ASCAP)
SUBURBAN LIFE:
(-Chorus-)
suburban life
aint what it seems
suburban life
the American dream
suburban life
so pretty and green
suburban life
aint what it seems
crupt the system
Big A little A bouncin B
Crupt crupt crupt crupt crupt crupt crupt the system
the system got you but it won't get me
big A little A bouncin B
The system got you but it won’t get me
crupt crupt crupt crupt crupt crupt
Now my bust 'bout the system
The American Dreamer
got a new hoe
and a brand new beemer
And but it aint lumpy for things up on the barbie
cus the system that she got aint got no whore
From the bills today
You got bloodshot eyes
The American trade
was a pack of lies
Well ya six months later
Manisiple court
divorce time baby
Let's have some pork
I lived from home cooked meals to T.V. dinners
Come on little Steven
Not the saint Now the sinner
Smell cassback as
there was no recieving
Suburban life, ain’t for to die for me
(sing -chorus-)
Ya been a little demon
to deserve the creet
More drugs, white thugs
and wannabes
Soldiers of the burbs the surbs
all built they see
America, what ?
plan of the grave
Ya you got problems ?
I got mine too
there's not enough bud
for the kottenmouth crew
Cus when we smoke
we smoke to get away
to elevate
from this road of weight
Now the perpatrate
I don't want no dareckas
sellin' herbs
on the burbs
on every street
No real jobs for the peachy peach
so what's it gonna be ?
the minority !
come on !
(sing -chorus-)
Now, broken homes
inside every house
Neighbors yellin'
Can’t work it out
So beat the wives
twinged out the knives
oh, what a feelin
oh, what a life
Well, you can't turn back the hands of time
so, let me tell ya bout a fly that's out of yo mind
All we need
king of the crops
deep dark purse
phat drop tops
Fidley dropings
behind his ear
to turn tables
and a hidikan beer
and this is just
an everyday thing
kottonmouth kings
telephone rings
It's X and you know he rollin
with saint dog(ruff)
Leavin' lots of frogs (frogs)
truck full of hogs
truck full of snakes
box your rates , (trates)
whatever we could get
we was gonna talk
Just thing the pirates
of the Carribean
never hooked watch
don't like what they seein'
Ya ha ha
cuz you gotta like that
Kottenmouth
surf you life
(sing -chorus-)
come on!
Come on!
Yeah
yeah
(sing –chorus-)
Crupt the SYSTEM
(I don't know what this world is coming to!)
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