Kottonmouth Kings - Bong Tokin' Alcoholics Lyrics
My mission: the commission of the dishin out for factsCuz when Im dimin my rhymin never slacks, never lacksSo get back to the basics and face it.The american dream aint what it seemsWith lies theyve laced it. cant you taste it?See they baste it in an imitation butter.Weve ate it and realized its not nature to motherGeneric 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 its all slave-driven. the illusion of ownership in americaProperty is theft, thats how we livinThe bong tokin alcoholicsGettin bent every night is the thing we doWakin up every day in the afternoon.I crawl out the bed on the way to the showerGotta hurry up I got a date in an hour.Call my boy x on the shower phone.whats up, saint? man, Im stoned aloneBy the way I got the freaks on pointCall up the krew, hook it up. lata.I hung up with x and gave my boys a holla.D-loc picked up said whats up balla?Just droppin a dime and time about this partyTherell be a lotta beer and some naughty hottiesIll call bobby let him know the plan,And well bounce through in the nitrate van.Well take a road trip, 40-sip on the wayOh yeah x commin through with some freaks from the bayBong tokin alcoholics, the kottonmouth tilt is what we call it,The bong tokin alcoholics, step back Im bout to crackLegalize it!The bong tokin alcoholics (repeat)We drank up a fifth and sparked a bowlHumble 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 proYo, that drink got me on tilt,Ya better sit down cuz you about to spillNow we approach up on the corner of the house partyIm down, Im told...?Conversation with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brewTasted kinda freaked, saint your ass is throughBreak out the beer bong man, I wanna get fadedCuz drinkin out the bottle is just so overrated,We got the 22, were fillin up on mickeysNow whats up you drunk *****? you spillin on my dickiesWell boost up the bass, go easy on the trebleAnd let em all know that we some psycho rebelsWith our pants saggin, skates in our handWith our pants saggin, skates in our handWith our pants saggin, skates in our handNow were rollin 3 deep and we dont give a damnBong tokin alcoholics, the kottonmouth tilt is what we call itThe bong tokin alcoholics, step back Im bout to crackLegalize it!The bong tokin alcoholics (repeat)I got the blunts and I got the beerDaddy x hits skins in the rear view mirrorWe walked up to the spot, the kegs our destinationCuz runnin local parties is a nightly occupationI went to get a beer, felt a finger in my backhey I like your shirt, yeah I see it is quite phatBut no time to mack cuz saints drunk as hellHe was standin on the table and he started to yell,all the freaks up in the party, move around and shake your bodyAnd if youre down with the boys of p-townLemme 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 tripI said you talk shit, punk? lets step outsideHe put his fists up, I put em on his eyeHe got a left to the cheek, skateboard to the dome,I busted out the (? ) and took his girlie homeBong tokin alcoholics, the kottonmouth tilt is what we call it,The bong tokin alcoholics, step back Im bout to crackLegalize it!The bong tokin alcoholics (repeat)
