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  • Текст песни Kottonmouth Kings - Bong Tokin' Alcoholics



    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