Bong Tokin' Alcoholics
My mission the commission of the dishin out for facts
Cuz when I'm dimin' my rhymin never slacks never lacks
So get back to the basics and face it
The American dream ain't what it seems
With lies they've laced it Can't you taste it
See they baste it in an imitation butter
We've ate it and realized it's not nature to mother
Generic like no other man **** big brotha
The Kottonmouth King klick
Are you blind or somethin
Are you blind to the facts
You think that this system
That this society sees any
Other color other than green
Well it's all slave-driven
The illusion of ownership in America
Property is theft that's how we livin'
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
Gettin bent every night is the thing we do
Wakin' up every day in the afternoon
I crawl out the bed on the way to the shower
Gotta hurry up I got a date in an hour
Call my boy X on the shower phone
'What's up Saint Man I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew hook it up Lata '
I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla
D-loc picked up said 'What's up balla '
Just droppin a dime and time about this party
There'll be a lotta beer and some naughty hotties
I'll call Bobby let him know the plan
And we'll bounce through in the nitrate van
We'll take a road trip 40-sip on the way
Oh yeah X commin' through
With some freaks from the Bay
Bong tokin alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The bong tokin alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to crack
Legalize it
The bong tokin alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
We drank up a fifth and sparked a bowl
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and pull out the 64
I took it to the head like a motha****in' pro
Yo that drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down cuz you about to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the house party
I'm down I'm told
Conversation with the krew
I thought you knew to pass the brew
Tasted kinda freaked Saint your a** is through
Break out the beer bong man I wanna get faded
Cuz drinkin' out the bottle is just so overrated
We got the 22 we're fillin' up on Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk *****
You spillin' on my ****ies
Well boost up the bass go easy on the treble
And let 'em all know that we some psycho rebels
With our pants saggin' skates in our hand
With our pants saggin' skates in our hand
With our pants saggin' skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep
And we don't give a damn
Bong tokin alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The bong tokin alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to crack
Legalize it
The bong tokin alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
I got the blunts and I got the beer
Daddy X hits skins in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot the keg's our destination
Cuz runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation
I went to get a beer felt a finger in my back
'Hey I like your shirt' yeah I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack cuz Saint's drunk as hell
He was standin' on the table and he started to yell
'All the freaks up in the party
Move around and shake your body
And if you're down with the boys of P-Town
Lemme see somebody get naughty
Is the west coast in the house
Then pick it up pick it up pick it up
Well get naughty they did
And these girls start to strip
Started freakin' on my ****
And her boyfriend tried to trip
I said 'You talk **** punk
Let's step outside'
He put his fists up I put em on his eye
He got a left to the cheek
Skateboard to the dome
I busted out the and took his girlie home
Bong tokin alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The bong tokin alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to crack
Legalize it
The bong tokin alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin' alcoholics
Bong Tokin' Alcoholics - Kottonmouth Kings