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