Spies Lyrics by Kottonmouth Kings

Spies Lyrics

    Sick and tired, the way they walk
    Sick and tired, the way they talk
    Sick and tired, the things they say
    Sick and tired, where's my J?
    Sick and tired, same old song
    Sick and tired, where's my bong?
    Sick and tired, anarchy!

    Spies are all around me, Spies in every county
    Spies, my head's are bounty
    Snipers in the air

    The neighborhood watch is after us.
    The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus
    The neighborhood watch is what they say,
    But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...

    Generation X is the title they use
    When I skate down MacKenzie Avenue.
    Everybody that I see is lookin at me like a vandal
    Maybe cause I'm (wheelin?) in some Dickies and some sandals
    Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood
    The old folks always sayin that we ain't no good
    Talkin to my pops about my music
    Sayin we should keep it down and not abuse it
    Man, I don't sweat those old ass bastards.
    I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered
    They work all day long, they seem so bored
    I think their ass should reside in the county morgue
    They're postin up signs, man I think they should chill
    Talkin if I don't call the cops then my neighbor will
    Cause from city to city it's all the same.
    The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang

    Sick and tired the way they walk,
    Sick and tired the way they talk
    Sick and tired the things they say, sick and tired. Where's my J?
    Sick and tired, same old song, sick and tired where's my bong?
    Sick and tired, anarchy!

    Spies are all around me, Spies in every county
    Spies, my head's are bounty
    Snipers in the air

    The neighborhood watch is after us.
    The neighborhood watch don't like Richter's bus
    The neighborhood watch is what they say,
    But when I think they're walkin towards me, I light another...

    Every night when the street lights came on
    We used to gather round, take rips from that bong.
    Cause John Wayne Country, republican block
    A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops.
    Cook and clean, the life of slave
    Take Kottonmouth's advice and call Jenny Craig
    It's not in my control, when we were in school
    Wanna see us livin life like the golden rule
    Peepin out the window, folks always looking
    Minding my business when they should be cooking
    Bored is how their life must be,
    Wait till there's a real crime on our street
    That's when, yeah they'll all run and hide
    Leaving Kottonmouth behind to take the neighborhood pride
    When the criminals are lying dead in the streets
    Kottonmouth's returning all the stolen TVs
    Yeah but that's all right, it's all good
    Now you know who's watchin this neighborhood
    Cause from city to city it's all the same
    The neighborhood watch is a bitch ass gang


    Sick and tired, the way they walk
    Sick and tired, the way they talk
    Sick and tired, the things they say
    Sick and tired, where's my J?
    Sick and tired, same old song
    Sick and tired, where's my bong?
    Sick and tired, anarchy!

    Spies are all around me, Spies in every county
    Spies, my head's are bounty
    Snipers in the air

    The neighborhood watch is after us.
    The neighborhood watch don't likeRichter's bus.
    The neighborhood watch is what they say,
    But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...

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