BONG TOKIN' ALCOHOLICS

My mission The commission of addition off of facts Cause when I'm dimin' My rhymin' never slacks Never lacks So get back to the basics and fact 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 evade it And realize it's not nature to mother Can act like no other Man fuck big brother The Kottonmouth King click Are you blind or something? 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 drivin' The illusion of ownership in America Property 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 pulled on a joint 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 the way Call up the crew with the love to play I hung up with X and gave my boys a holler D-Loc picked up, said What's up Baller? Tell 'em' bout this party There'll be a lot of beer and some naughty hotties I'll call Bobby Let's 'em know the plan We'll bounce through in the nitrate van We take a roadtrip forty sip on the way X rollin' through with some freaks from the bay The bong tokin' alcoholics The Kottonmouth tip is what we call it The bong tokin' alcoholics Step back about to crack Legalize it The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics We jammed on the 57, spark the bowl Humble god's on the radio Bump it real loud I reached into the tub and pulled out a four'o I took it to the head like a motherfuckin' pro Yo that drink got me on the tilt You better sit down cause you're about to spill As we approached the final corner of the house party I downed a tall boy like it was a nightly duty Conversation with the crew I thought you knew to pass the brew Take some time to breathe fool your ass is thru Breackout the beer bong and I'm want to get faded Drink another bottle is just so overrated Grab the 22 We're fillin' up on mickey Man what's up you drunk bitch But you're spillin' on my dickys Turn up the bass and go easy on the trebel Let 'em all know that we're 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 We're rollin' three deep And we don't give a damn The bong tokin' alcoholics The Kottonmouth tip is what we call it The bong tokin' alcoholics Step back about to crack Legalize it The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics I got the buds And I got the beer Daddy X hits skins in the rear view mirror When you walk into the spot the kegs our destination 'Cause running local parties is a nightly occupation I felt a finger in my back Hey I like your shirt Yes, it is quite fat But no time to mack Saint's drunk as hell He was standing on the table and starting to yell All the freaks up in the party Move around and shake your body And if you're down with the boy from P-town Let me see somebody gettng' on it Is the West Coast in the house? Well pick it up, pick it up, pick it up This trick stepped up and this girl start to strip Started freakin' on my shit and her boyfriend start to trip I said you talk shit punk, let's step outside He put his fists up, put him on his hide He caught a left to the chin Skateboard to the dome Busted out the cricket and took his girlie home The bong tokin' alcoholics The Kottonmouth tip is what we call it The bong tokin' alcoholics Step back about to crack Legalize it The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics The bong tokin' alcoholics