Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bong Song , by - B-Real. Release date: 19.04.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bong Song |
| Once upon a time, not long ago |
| I had an 8 foot bong with the strongest stroke |
| And no, it was not for knocking mothafuckas out |
| One hit, that’s it, nigga sleeping on the fucking couch |
| But 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 my homies had to grow |
| 24 lights, air tight, was lit right |
| Turn around, pounce, one vode is clip night |
| Backwards bought like I’m paying the invoice |
| The contact hire had ya higher than Lloyd’s voice |
| Abracadabra, lit loud in a Rolls Royce |
| So sit your ass down, stop talking and roll joints |
| Aww my bad |
| Ay, what the fuck you doing dawg you just broke the bong |
| Pass me them papers, imma roll myself a fat one mang |
| And we’ll get it lit |
| Once upon a time, not long ago |
| I had a household bong that my mom would toke |
| Joint rip, got the funky feel tint |
| Xzibit just shot me a hit, made me quit |
| Wacks got them poppin' out dimensions |
| took a dab, started projectin' |
| Backward gettin in |
| Live risin' you still session resin' |
| Man that shit depressin' |
| Ay |
| Here’s a lesson |
| Yuh |
| This a procession |
| Now back to the lecture at hand |
| I’m about to pack this gram in a fol' and go ham |
| Hit it hard high feeling close to god |
| The bong hits like a Tyson blow to the |
| in your chest, you say «I can’t breathe» |
| Now the feeling’s coming on and you can’t leave |
| Got you stuffed asking «Why'd I hit this damn thing» |
| Gasping, tryna write it down, one last thing |
| Let me buy dub sack dirty bag bong weed |
| ass niggas you can never smoke with us |
| Brass knuckle brigade, die from a grenade |
| Hey you wanna get high? |
| Stop ducking 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 god damn 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 8 foot bong |
| Honey cone, double you it hit it strong |
| Pulled a smoke probably get knocked unconscious |
| Concentrated, my concentrate’s obnoxious |
| Toxic, I be getting smoked out daily |
| Wonder if they did it like me in the 80's |
| Coming out the 90's, brownies so strong it can blind me |
| Faded on Mars where you find me |
| I got so high |
| I think I might die |
| Stuck on my couch |
| With cottonmouth |
| I got so high |
| I think I might die |
| Stuck on my couch |
| With cottonmouth |
| This has been another Fredwreck production |