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Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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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

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

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 wanna 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

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

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

The bong tokin' alcoholics

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Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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