kottonmouth kings
bong tokin alcoholics
My mission the commission of the dishin' out for facts 'cause 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 fuck big brother  The Kottonmouth King Klick Are you blind or somethin'? Are you blind to the fact 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 Properting is theft 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 I get up every day in the afternoon I crawl out the bed on the way to the shower I gotta hurry up I got a date in a hour Well I 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 wait Call up the krew, hook it up. Late." I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla D-loc picked up said, "What's up balla?" Just drop in a dime and tell him 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 comin' 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  Now we drank up a fifth and said to spark the 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 'cause you about to spill Now we approach up on the corner of the house party I'm down a tall one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew Taste that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is through Break out the beer bong man I want to get faded 'cause drinkin' out the bottle is just so overrated Well well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys Now what's up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies Well boost up the bass, and 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 hit and skids in the rear view mirror We walked up to the spot, the keg's our destination 'cause runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation I feel too ripped, I felt a finger in my back "Hey I like your shirt", yeah I see it is quite phat But no time to mack 'cause 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? Well 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 The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics