"Underage Alcoholics" lyrics
We're the underage alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake ID's and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
Gettin' bent every night is the thing we do
Wakin' up every day in the afternoon
I crawl out of bed on the way to the shower
I gotta hurry up, I got a date in an hour
Call my boy X on the shower phone
What's up, Saint Man? I'm home alone
But that sounds great
I got the freaks always
Call up the crew
Hook it up late
I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla
Dloc picked up said "Whats up balla?"
Just droppin' a dime and time about this party
There'll be a lot of 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
Bobby's got the chronic and the Tanqueray
We're the underage alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake IDs and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
Now we jumped on the 57, sparked a bowl
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and pull out the 64
Took it to the head like a motherfuckin' pro
Yo Dloc, that drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you about to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the house party
I downed a tall boy like it was a nightly duty
Conversation with the crew
I thought you knew to pass the brew
Tasted kinda freak fool, your ass is through
Break out the beer bong
Man I want to get faded
'Cause drinking out the bottle is so overrated
We got the 22, we're filling up on 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
We're the underage alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake ID's and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
I got the blunts and I got the beer
Daddy X hits skins in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot
The keg's our destination
'Cause runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation
I filled 2 beers, felt a finger in my back
"Hey, I like your shirt"
Yeah, I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack
'Cause I was 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
San Diego in the house
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 his eye, skateboard to the dome
I busted out the cricket and took your girlie home
We're the underage alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake ID's and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
Even on the weekends shows gettin restless
Kottonmouth ballers sick and invested
Twisted freaks, psycho minds
One too many hits off the stuff called kind
Who wanna feel it feelin I'm flawless
What's those psychos
Man P Town ballers
Just my elective put it in perspective
Protect and serve, serve and protected
Hypocrite system jacks these hoes
To fight your foes
If you catch my boys on the drink
They're gonna handcuff him and throw him to the clink
The Kottonmouth home where the buffalo roam
Even Daddy X at a housing home
'Cause we're the Kottonmouth soldiers
Waking up with hangovers
Pocket full of numbers
Taking on all comers
We're the underage alcoholics (yeah)
The underage alcoholics (yeah)
The underage alcoholics (yeah)
The underage alcoholics
Kottonmouth Kings!
I need a drink
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake ID's and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
Gettin' bent every night is the thing we do
Wakin' up every day in the afternoon
I crawl out of bed on the way to the shower
I gotta hurry up, I got a date in an hour
Call my boy X on the shower phone
What's up, Saint Man? I'm home alone
But that sounds great
I got the freaks always
Call up the crew
Hook it up late
I hung up with X and gave my boys a holla
Dloc picked up said "Whats up balla?"
Just droppin' a dime and time about this party
There'll be a lot of 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
Bobby's got the chronic and the Tanqueray
We're the underage alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake IDs and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
Now we jumped on the 57, sparked a bowl
Humble Gods on the radio bumpin' real low
I reach into the back and pull out the 64
Took it to the head like a motherfuckin' pro
Yo Dloc, that drink got me on tilt
Ya better sit down 'cause you about to spill
Now we approach up on the corner of the house party
I downed a tall boy like it was a nightly duty
Conversation with the crew
I thought you knew to pass the brew
Tasted kinda freak fool, your ass is through
Break out the beer bong
Man I want to get faded
'Cause drinking out the bottle is so overrated
We got the 22, we're filling up on 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
We're the underage alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake ID's and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
I got the blunts and I got the beer
Daddy X hits skins in the rear view mirror
We walked up to the spot
The keg's our destination
'Cause runnin' local parties is a nightly occupation
I filled 2 beers, felt a finger in my back
"Hey, I like your shirt"
Yeah, I see it is quite phat
But no time to mack
'Cause I was 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
San Diego in the house
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 his eye, skateboard to the dome
I busted out the cricket and took your girlie home
We're the underage alcoholics
The Kottonmouth tilt is what we call it
The underage alcoholics
We got fake ID's and you know they're flawless
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics (yeah!)
The underage alcoholics
Even on the weekends shows gettin restless
Kottonmouth ballers sick and invested
Twisted freaks, psycho minds
One too many hits off the stuff called kind
Who wanna feel it feelin I'm flawless
What's those psychos
Man P Town ballers
Just my elective put it in perspective
Protect and serve, serve and protected
Hypocrite system jacks these hoes
To fight your foes
If you catch my boys on the drink
They're gonna handcuff him and throw him to the clink
The Kottonmouth home where the buffalo roam
Even Daddy X at a housing home
'Cause we're the Kottonmouth soldiers
Waking up with hangovers
Pocket full of numbers
Taking on all comers
We're the underage alcoholics (yeah)
The underage alcoholics (yeah)
The underage alcoholics (yeah)
The underage alcoholics
Kottonmouth Kings!
I need a drink
