Bong Song - B-Real, Xzibit, Garrick Grout

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