Life Ain't What It Seems

Life ain't what it seems

It aint no ******* dream

So get a grip up on your *******t and make sure your pipe's clean

When I drink booze put a crown on my royal

Kottonmouth

Kings make a pipe out of foil

Put a grip to my lip, dip it in honey oil

Smoke it to the butt put it out in the soil

Damn Saint

Dog, I'm outta ******* again, "I feel ya"

Pockets lookin' thin ain't got a dime to spend

Big Hoss up in the pen, and yes he's doing 10, "******* the system!"

I smoke a cigarette and try to comprehend

Judicial system got me wi*******ng

I was president

I got a grudge against the judgment that's irrelevant

I write a rhyme to attract and show intelligence

*******t, every other night

I'm getting hella bent

I roll my skate to relate to this society

No money in my pockets cause they lied to me, "lied to me too"

No papers to my name, ya see my bong broke, "bong broke"

I guess that's why they call me crazy

D-LocLife ain't what it seems

It ain't no ******* dream

So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean

When I grow buds

I put keefe on my soil

Put the green in the bing then

I make my water boil

Alcohol and rice roll nice with the coil

Evian in my bong so my water don't spoil

Damn Loc-Dog

I'm outta drink again, "I feel ya!"

Buds lookin' slim,

I need a Heineken, "A Heineken"

My bro's locked down doin 9 or 10, "******* that!"

Step back,

I'm bout to crack, can you comprehend?

Placentia

City got me witty on this way of life

I blast a duck, what the *******, skin it with my knife

There's a zone in my dome called the twilight

I'm down for my krown each and every night

Yo I keep my tolerance stay inside my flow

Make ya say damn bro

I got to go to a show

Life ain't what it seems, it ain't a dream and

I ain't playing

But I'm Saint

Vicious and

Daddy X is paying

Life ain't what it seems

It ain't no ******* dream

So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean

Now when a read a mag put a grand on my royal

Government lies yo they make my water boil

R.I.P. to my peeps 6 feet in the soil

Riverside hometown represent, stay loyal

No money for a skate no change for the tax

Went surfin' with no keefe but forgot the *** wax

Have a purple friend to help me to relax

And one foot glass called the paramax

Now afternoon to you is my morning

I wake up hit the roach and then

I'm snoring

Outta bed around 3 take 7

BT'sLike D

J Rob Harris kid

I'm soarin'

I pertains an ill congested vibe

Makes ladies strive for my bozak

Addicted like prozac

You know that

I track 'em like

LojakI'm slicker and quicker,

I'll stick ya like

KojakI'm alone up in this rhyme that

I've created

This rhyme that

I've inflated, won't trade it so gimme my space

Government controls so they hate it

Our life, it has been jaded and faded

We're getting erased

Life ain't what it seems

It ain't no ******* dream

So get a grip upon yo *******t and make sure yo pipes clean.