Kottonmouth Kings - Suburban Life Lyrics
Suburban life aint what it seemsSuburban life the american dreamSuburban life so pretty and cleanSuburban life aint what it seemsThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meNow my pops bought the system, american dreamerBought a new home and a brand new beamerBut it didnt long for things things to fall apartBecause the system that he bought aint got no heartFrom the bills for days he got blood shot eyesThe american dream was a pack of lies6 months later municipal courtDivorce time baby, child supportI went from home cooked meals to tv dinnersNo more little steven, now its saint dogg the sinnerTheres no cash back cause there was no receiptMan suburban life aint done a dime for meSuburban life aint what it seemsSuburban life the american dreamSuburban life so pretty and cleanSuburban life aint what it seemsThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meGave in a little deeper to the third degreeMore drugs, white thugs, and wannabesSoldiers of the burbs all feel deceivedAmerica! what? land of the greenNow you got problems I got mine tooTheres not enough bud for the kottonmouth krewCause when we smoke we smoke to get awayTo elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrateI dont want no degree selling herbs on the burbs,On every streetNo real jobs for the ptb, so whats it gonna be?White minority!Suburban life aint what it seemsSuburban life the american dreamSuburban life so pretty and cleanSuburban life aint what it seemsThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meNow broken homes inside every houseNeighbors yellin, cant work it outI said beaten wives, tweaked out nightsOoh what a feeling ooh what a lifeNow you cant turn back the hands of timeSo let me tell you about da flyest friend of mineHes bobby b, king of the cropsDeep dark purse, phat drop topsPhilly blunt placed behind his ear,Two turn tables and a heineken beerAnd this is just and everyday thingKottonmouth kings telephone ringsIts x and you know hes rollin with saint dogLeapin like some frogs trunk full of hogsTrunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakesWhat ever we could get we was gonna takeJust like the pirates of the caribbeanNeighborhood watch dont like what theyre seeinHa ha ha we got it like thatKottonmouth rollin deep, snatching surfboard racksSuburban life aint what it seemsSuburban life the american dreamSuburban life so pretty and cleanSuburban life aint what it seemsThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meThe big a, little a and a bouncin bThe system got you but it wont get meSuburban life aint what it seemsSuburban life the american dreamSuburban life so pretty and cleanSuburban life aint what it seems***** the system
