Bong Song Lyrics - B-real

[Verse 1: B-Real] 

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 

[Verse 2: Xzibit] 

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 to rolled joints 

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[Skit] 

*Smash* 

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 

[Verse 3: Garrick Grout] 

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' 

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[Bridge: Garrick Grout] 

Ay 

Here's a lesson 

Yuh 

This a procession 

[Verse 4: B-Real] 

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 

[Verse 5: Xzibit] 

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 

[Xzibit] 

I swear to fucking god man 

Every time you get high you start talking like a fucking bitch 

[Verse 6: Garrick Grout] 

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, [?] so strong it can blind me 

Faded on mars where you find me 

[Hook] 

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 

[Robotic voice] 

*Beep* 

This has been another Fredwreck production