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Bong Tokin' Alcoholics Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

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 

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