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Kottonmouth Kings - Bong Tokin' Alcoholics lyrics
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 aint 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 its not nature to mother Generic like no other, man, fuck 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 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 [repeat] 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 mothafuckin' 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 ass 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 bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies 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 [repeat] 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 shit and her boyfriend tried to trip I said 'You talk shit, 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 [repeat] |
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