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 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 cuz 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
Cuz 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
Cuz 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 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?
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 Send "Kings Kottonmouth Bong Tokin Alcoholics" Ringtone to your Cell