Lyrics Hold it in Kottonmouth Kings

Hold it in

Take a massive hit, and hold that motherfucker in.

[Hook:1]
Hold it in.
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!

Everybody gotta hold it in
It's 4-20 my friends!
Everybody gotta hold it in
Fire it up!
Marijuana!

[Dirtball:]
The fatter the sack the badder the rhymes.
Any motherfucker wanna rip some of mine?
Gotta get up on a level where the universe shine.
All the way to Mars and I mean it this time.

Intergalactic the chronic on a platter
Cinema hat trick, I'm running up a ladder.
Smoking the topic, the fuck if it'll matter.

Give me that bong let me show you the function.
It won't take long till the floors are jumpin'
The blood is pumping, the beats are still bumping.
Anybody wanna have a herb alunchin'?

Bring a bong and your bud and a good witness.
Rip for rip we're doing marijuana fitness.
Drop for drop we're gonna bubble that hash,
double up on the high where the party at?

[Johnny Richter:]
Flip the hat flip the bird,
Hits right off the bat, matter of fact we're setting records for sacks.
Like we saw linebackers on an all attack; yeah!

So who wanna blame?
It's some Wall of Fame; insane in the brain
Propped out places, phasers set to stun.
So when your stun your done.
(Your done)

Stare at the sun too long, and you might go blind.
Smoking weed, and you'll find everything on your mind, is some grinds.
And this is what you do when it's 4-20 time.
YOU

INHALE
(Guess it's
EXHALE
safe to say that
INHALE
We stay high)
EXHALE
Now you're high.

[Hook: (x4)]
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Exhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
(Inhale)
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!

[Dirtball:]
Get up off my rights
Get up off my life
Get up off my get up
Cause I'm smoked out and everybody outta think twice.
COME ON

[D-Loc:]
Many many many many many many blocks gotta a little crack around the block,
when the block stays hot.
Stack a chips in yo sock.
Rubber band man rip around with a knot.

Blowin' smoke rings because I puff a lot.
I make shit pop in the parking lot.
L.P. hits shots, no disco flop.
We cut the crop we hit the block.

[Daddy X:]
We hit the block with pounds of pot, exotic strains from private stock
You think you know the goods, we got, top shelf. Come take a pop.

Whatcha think all the pipes was for?
Vaporizers, bongs galore.
Pounds and pounds of grade A dank.
God is great, gotta give thanks.

[D-Loc:]
I smoke this shit I puff real tough.
Got the chronic in my lungs.
Brace those thumbs I choke to death.
I hold it in, there's nothing left.

Toke all day, my chest on fire.
Buds all night we get no higher.
Light the dank and pass the lighter.
Smoke this bomb it makes you flyer.

INHALE
Guess it's
EXHALE
safe to say that
INHALE
We stay high
EXHALE
Now you're high.

[Hook: (x4)]
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!

I guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Now you're high.

[D-Loc:]
One snap, and I know some will snap.
I got the killer Chronic.
It's D-Loc what's happening?
We gotta get it cracka-lacking, let me grab the shit.
Let me burn another joint, let me burn another rip.

I wan't to smoke this Marijuana.
I wan't to smoke this Marijuana.

[Dirtball:]
Alright then let me get a bong toke.
Let me take another one of them fat jokes.
Black smoke, gotta a whole lot of venom.
I wanna get a grip rip, Jr, hit em'

[Johnny Richter:]
Coming from the depths of the dark, like a hammerhead shark.
Paint all the bowls that I spark.
Setting off smoke alarms,
You know that I got the bomb
(We got the bomb)

Guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Now you're high.

[Hook: (x4)]
Hold it in, everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Exhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Inhale
Everybody gotta hold it in.
Marijuana!

Guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Guess it's safe to say that, we stay high
Now you're high.