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 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, **** 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

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 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 *****? 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

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