Kings Kottonmouth Things I Do lyrics

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 the plate
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 as mine
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
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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
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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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