Bong Song E

Once upon a time not long ago I had An eight foot bong with the strongest stroke You Know, it was known for knocking motherfuckers out One hit, that's it, now you're sleeping on the Fucking couch Or maybe you're tripping out rather Quietly Off in the corner having anxiety, Hoping for some privacy Lips touch glass, Smoke fills lungs, brain cells lit Now you elevate, Top floor, homie what? Once upon a time in the projects, yo Me and the homies had a grow Twenty-four lights, Air tight, was lit right Turn around pounds, One load is goodnight Backwoods bought like I'm Paying an invoice The contact higher have you higher Than Lloyd's voice Abracadabra lit loud in a Rolls Royce So sit your ass down, stop talking and Roll joints Ayy, what the fuck you doing dog? You just broke the bong Yo, yo, Pass me them papers I'll roll us up a Fat one, man And we'll get it lit Aight, Bet Once upon a time not long ago I Had a household bong that my mom would toke Joint ripped, got the funky steel tip Xzibit just Shot me a hit, made me quit Wax got Him hopping out dimensions Out the slabs, Took a dab, started astral projecting Backwood Getting drenched in Live rising, You still session resin Man, that shit depressing Ayy, here's a lesson Yo, this a procession Now Back to the lecture at hand I'm about to Pack this gram in a bowling gold ham Hit It slow and hard, high feeling close to God But bong hits like a Tyson blow to the Bod Painin' in your chest, you say I can't Breathe Now the feeling's coming on and you can't Leave Got you stuck asking why'd I hit this Damn thing Gasping, trying to ride it out in One last thing Let me buy a dub sack, Dirt bag, bum weed Habit ass niggas, You can never smoke with us Brass knuckle brigade, Dive on a grenade Ayy, wanna get high, Stocked up in the fade Open up the bag Then break out them zags Take two puffs, Enough, now make that pass Who cuts the fucking Joint that goddamn long? Now I gotta roll another one so hit this Bong now I swear to fucking God, Man Every time you get high you start talking Like a fucking bitch Back to the eight foot Bong Honeycomb double percolator hit it strong Pull The smoke, probably get knocked unconscious Concentrating my concentrate's obnoxious Toxic, I be getting smoked out daily Wonder if they Did it like me in the eighties Coming out The nineties Brownie so strong it could blind me Faded on Mars where you find me, ayy I Got so high, I think I might die Stuck on my couch with cotton mouth I got so high, I think I might die Stuck on my couch with cotton mouth This has been another Fredwreck production