this one for the individuals that surround me everyday,
when iīm at home,smokinī bones in the coo-cooīs-way.
day in and day out,itīs the same old song,
inside of my livingroom, until weīre dead and gone.
"who got weed?",
"if you come over bring something to eat!",
"whoīs rollinīthe next one?",
"the uncle indeed!"
4-20 to the fullest and it ainīt no stoppinī...
we drink beer,no christalīs poppinī.
yo,itīs on but the tv is out,
"ohhhhh....!"
"has anybody seen the fukkinīremote controle?"
"NO?"
"how can it be?everynight itīs nowhere to find!"
"yo,you sit on that damn thing,muthafukka,are you blind??"
switch the damn thing on,what do we have here?
"nothing!"
"yo,who the fukk knokked over my beer??"
"it wasnīt me!"
"yoīmama came over and did it!"
"ahh,fukk you!"
"ey yo, puff, puff-give, dikker!"
yeah,iīm with it...
hanginīin my house is a daily routine.
why donīt you pay a little visit and find out what i mean?
six red eyes blinkin in the dark...
and you can smell our buddha-smoke even if youīre in new york,
when itīs on...
for years we keep doin this.
known for beinīnot much more than just this.
BROMPTON CITY!
yo, baby thatīs the deal.
itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill!
BROMPTON CITY!
for years we keep doinīthat.
known for beinīnot much more than just glad.
BROMPTON CITY!
yo baby, thatīs the spot.
itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!!
weīre jokinīabout each other and other muthafukkers around.
when it comes to KTS you hear us laughinī loud.
let ma introduce "redhead","rottweiler" and "zed"...
"alder, noch soīne tüde und ich muss ins bett!"
we laugh harder when weīre surfinī though the world wide web.
guestbook-terror,when we īre fukkinī up the internet.
big up to "fast-h" and the rest of them gringos
who donīt understand our brompton-city-lingo!
"yo nas, why donīt you light up another bone?",
"pikk up the phone!",
"yo,itīs samira and sheīs all alone!",
"yo,gimme that!",
"yo,babygirl,whatīs up?"
"nothing, but i guess you three muthafukkers are high as fukk!"
thatīs right, becuzī weīre living in a world of fog.
we make them dogs bark and my silly neighbours talk.
everynight we turn green like the incredible hulk.
"yo,that shit is banginī!"
oh,my god!
hanginīon my couch is a daily routine.
why donīt you pay a little visit and find out what i mean?
six eyes still red, cuzīweīre high again,
and you can smell our buddha-smoke even iī youre in japan,
when itīs on!
for years we keep doin this.
known for beinī not much more than just this.
BROMPTON CITY!
yo, baby thatīs the deal.
itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to chill!
BROMPTON CITY!
for years we keep doinīthat.
known for beinīnot much more than just glad.
BROMPTON CITY!
yo baby, thatīs the spot.
itīs a nice place to visit, but a better place to rokk!!!
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