Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

My mission the of the dishin' out for facts
'cause I'm dimin' my rhymin' never slacks, never lacks
So get to the basics and face it
The American dream what it seems
With they've laced it
Can't you it?
See they it in an imitation butter
We've ate it and it's not nature to mother
Generic like no
Man fuck big

The Kottonmouth King
Are you or somethin'?
Are you to the fact
You think that system
That this society sees any other other than green?
it's all slave driven'
The illusion of ownership in
Properting is
How we ?

The tokin' alcoholics
The bong tokin'
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics

Gettin' every night is the thing we do
I get up every day in the
I out the bed on the way to the shower
I gotta hurry up I got a in a hour
I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my a holla
D-loc up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him about party
There'll be a beer and some naughty hotties
I'll call Bobby let him know the
And we'll bounce through in the van
take a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh yeah X comin' through with some from the Bay

tokin' alcoholics
The Kottonmouth is what we call it
The tokin' alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to
it!

The bong tokin'
The bong alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics
The tokin' alcoholics

Now we drank up a fifth and said to the bowl
Humble Gods on the bumpin' real low
I into the back and pull out the 64
I took it to the head a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you about to
Now we up on the corner of the house party
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
with the krew, I thought you knew to pass the brew
Taste that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is
Break out the beer bong man I wanna get
'cause drinkin' out the is just so overrated
Well well well, the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you drunk bitch? You spillin' on my
Well boost up the bass, and go on the treble
And let 'em all know that we some rebels
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our saggin', skates in our hand
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we don't a damn

Bong alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is we call it
The bong alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to
it!

The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics..

I got the and I got the beer
Daddy X hit and in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot, the keg's our
'cause runnin' local is a nightly occupation
I feel too ripped, I felt a finger in my
"Hey I like your shirt", I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack 'cause Saint's drunk as
He was standin' on the table and he to yell
"All the freaks up in the
Move around and your body
And if you're down with the boys of
Lemme see get naughty
Is the west coast in the
pick it up, pick it up, pick it up!"
Well get naughty they did and these girls start to
Started freakin' on my and her boyfriend tried to trip
I said "You talk shit, punk? Let's outside"
He put his up, I put em on his eye
He got a to the cheek, skateboard to the dome
I busted out the _ and took his home

Bong tokin'
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we it
The bong alcoholics
Step back I'm bout to
it!
The bong tokin'
The tokin' alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong tokin'