Irie Feelin'

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We got that smooth irie feelin' we put it down

We got that smooth irie feelin' with the reggae sound

We got that smooth irie feelin' blazin' on these pounds

With that smooth irie feelin' Kottonmouth Kings earned our Krown

Ya'll can catch me in the parking lot smoking blunts feeling dizzy

Know I spark a lot D-Loc I'm always getting shitty

Hanging out with all the hippies blazing bomb buds in every city

Always got some Zig Zag's and a old school fifty

Something to put in it like crack and if it ain't green then it's wack

So put that garbage back in your backpack

Leave the session start walking we don't smoke none of that

Give me the Bud Light sit down and start talking

Where you at I'm over here no I'm over there

Where'd you say you were Loc?

Shit dog I'm everywhere

I'm always on the creep coming through your speakers high

Like Bob Marley busting over the fresh reggae beat

While you probably in the backyard drinking

Trying to get your boogie on but you can't even dance at all

You barely got any rhythm you just like the song

Now everybody sing along

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Although it's stony I ain't even claiming Rasta

I got that love and respect for the ganja

Rebel music makes the soul grow stronger

I eat my oysters so I go a little longer

I swim deep when the reaper starts closing in

I'm a dreamer not a sleeper ask my closest friends

I like living in the moment giving mad love

And when this life is getting tough I'm never giving up

I let the rhythm and the herbals get the best of me

The irie feelin' always seemed to be my destiny

A higher power I can hear the spirits calling me

Positivity injected to me musically

Resignating kinda laid back

Just turn the music up and dig into your weed sack

I know you're digging this

I know you're feeling me

We're just living free

Getting' irie

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It's been about 15 years that I've been married to the ganja

And our relationship has only grown stronger

You know that feeling that you get when you make love

Well that's the feeling that I get smoking on my bud

I live the irie life there ain't no denying that

Richter staying stoned always blazing hits back to back

The twenty sack barely gets my day started

If I wake up in a daze then I went to bed retarded

The world revolves around money and greed

But for me the world revolves around you guessed it weed

Too many stony things to see and irie people to meet

So with that said I leave you all with a goodbye and peace

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