Luyện nghe bài hát Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

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

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

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

Gettin' bent every is the thing we do
I get up every day in the
I crawl out the bed on the way to the
I hurry up I got a date in a hour
I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm alone
By the way I got the freaks on
Call up the krew, it up. Late."
I hung up with X and gave my boys a
picked up said, "What's up balla?"
Just drop in a dime and tell him this party
There'll be a lotta beer and some naughty
call Bobby let him know the plan
And we'll through in the nitrate van
take a road trip, 40 sip on the way
Oh X comin' through with some freaks from the Bay

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

The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics
The bong alcoholics

Now we drank up a fifth and said to the bowl
Gods on the radio bumpin' real low
I reach into the and pull out the 64
I took it to the like a mothafuckin' pro
Yo, that got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you to spill
Now we up on the corner of the house party
I'm down a one, i get buzzed, a nightly duty
Conversation with the krew, I thought you to pass the brew
Taste that kind of breeze, Saint your ass is
out the beer bong man I wanna get faded
'cause out the bottle is just so overrated
Well well, grab the 22 and fill it up with Mickeys
Now what's up you bitch? You spillin' on my Dickies
Well boost up the bass, and go easy on the
And let 'em all know that we some psycho
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
With our pants saggin', in our hand
our pants saggin', skates in our hand
Now we're rollin' 3 deep and we give a damn

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

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

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

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