Kottonmouth kings

Things i do

Kottonmouth kings
Why does people always wanna know about Richter?
what I do is smoke
how much I really smoke
if I got as many bongs as I claim
if my barks about drinkin is just a game
when is enough?
*music starts*
drinkin' vodka, Blue Label, Schirnoff on the rocks
used to have my sack but I left it at Pac's
fake rips got me trippin'
shit I almost got lost
walkin' up to my old crib
comin' from the garage but the night ain't over yet
I got places to go
hit the bong and get faded but I needed some mo'
I told 'em make sure it's mean but when you brought my green
it was on the B.C. so I only got a faze
know what I mean?
if you don't, that's my lingo a faze is an eighth
I don't want more than an eighth if It ain't crypt out on theplate
sayin' it ain't crypt doesn't mean that it ain't kind
it just means the herb you got ain't close to half as good asmine
that's right the truth hurts but not as bad as the dirt
comin' up through your throat when you choke and that's my word
damn that shit burns
I don't even like to think about the kottonmouth you'd suffer
if you didn't have a drink
*chorus starts*
cause these are the types of things I do
and these are the types of tales I tell
people ask me if I smoke, I say I do
and the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell
*chorus ends*
wake up when I want cause that's the life I lead
out every night, takin' trips every week
hangin' out with my peeps, just livin' the life
only smokin' out of glass when you hittin' metal pipes
and passports, gettin' filled
you know the show be tight if KMK's on the bill
cut rock, get lock, kicks never seem to stop
when the crowd gets tired it's their heads that bop
I got a job but I ain't callin' it work
gettin' paid to smoke herb ain't work
it's absurd
Kottonmouth Kings takin' over this millenium
Suburban Noize family, I know you will be feelin' 'em
comin' out your stereo and seein' us on stage
leave thousands of stunts, leavin' ladies in a daze
people shocked and amazed
the weak-hearted seem to faint when they take one hit
off of Johnny Richter's dank
cause I keep goin'
continue with the flowin' like the rappers on my corners
people say that I am goin'
ever flowin' like my hydro when my rap is gettin' far
grab a hundred pounds of chronic then a fancy fuckin' car
*chorus starts*
cause these are the types of things I do
and these are the types of tales I tell
but ask me if I smoke, I say I do
and that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell
cause these are the types of things I do
and these are the types of tales I tell
but ask me if I smoke, I say I do
and that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell
*chorus ends*
stumble in the front door, throw my jacket on the ground
looked left, looked right, shit I looked all around
the house is all quiet, didn't hear a single sound
grabbed a bottle of Bicardi and proceeded to pound
about a quarter way through, 'bout eleven thirty-two
headed to Del Taco cause I need to get some food
if not I'm gonna puke and I don't want that
shouldn't have drank twenty, bi'ch
shouldn't have smoked ten bags
relax, that is my stomach of course
shit was comin' up fast and it was chargin' with force
now past my vocal chord, quickly approachin' my teeth
throwin' up every color yellow, red, orange, green
and there it was for me to see right infront of my eyes
a burrito, two tacos, and my chili-cheese fries
now there's a lesson to learn if you listen right here
beer lickin', never sip the liquor and you in the clear
*chorus starts*
cause these are the types of things I do
and these are the types of tales I tell
but ask me if I smoke, I say I do
and that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell
*chorus ends*
don't worry about it
Johnny Richter out smokin' the fuckin' planet all day long
don't forget I was an underage alcoholic before
you was hittin' the bong
been smokin' for over a decade
got ten years under my belt and I ain't even twenty-four
don't worry about it
*record scratching "Devestating to your ear"*
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