Things I Do - Kottonmouth Kings

Why do people wanna always know about Richter

What I do at home, how much I really smoke

If I really got as many bongs as I claim

If my talk bout drinkin’s just a game

Well listen up

(Johnny Richter)

Drinkin' vodka, blue label, Smirnoff off on the rocks

I wish I had my sack but I left it at Pac’s

Fake whips got me trippin' shit I almost got lost

Walkin' up to my own 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 its me when I brang my bag of green

But it was the bc’s so I only got a faze you know what I mean?

But if you don’t that’s no lingual a faze is an eighth

I don’t get more than an eighth if there ain’t chript on the plate

Now sayin' it’s not chript 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 to your throat when you choke and that’s my word

Damn that shit burns I don’t even like to think about the cottonmouth you

Suffer if you didn’t have a drink

Hook (Johnny Richter)

Cuz 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 the chronic smell

(Johnny Richter)

Wake up when I want 'cuz 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, while you hittin' metal pipes

On the national flights passports getting' filled

You know the show be tight if KMK’s on the bill

Punk rock, hip-hop, hits never seem to stop

When the crowd gets tired cuz the head that they bob

I got a job but I ain’t callin' it work

Getting' paid to smoke herb ain’t work its absurd

Kottonmouth Kings takin' over this millennium

Suburban noize family I know you be feelin' 'em

Comin' out your stereo or seein' us on stage

Even with thousands of stunts leavin' ladies in a daze

People shocked and amazed that they caught us in a fade

When they take one hit off of Johnny Richter’s dank

'Cuz I’m keep blowin' continuously flowin'

Like the rappers on my condoms, people say that I am goin'

Have me flowin' like my hydro when my rappers givin' far

Rather have ten pounds of chronic then a fancy fuckin' car

Hook (2x) (Johnny Richter)

Cuz 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 the chronic smell

(Johnny Richter)

Stumble in the front door

Throw my jacket on the ground

I look left I look right

Shit I looked all around

The house was all quiet

Didn’t hear a single sound

Grabbed the bottle of bacarddi and proceeded to pound

'Bout a quarter way through, 'bout 11:32

I headed to dell taco 'cuz I needed to get some food

If not I’m gunna puke and I don’t want that

Shouldn’t have drank twenty blasts, shouldn’t have smoked ten bags

Couldn’t relax, that is my stomach of course

Shit was comin' up fast and chargin' with force

Now passed my vocal cords quickly approachin' my teeth

Throwin' up every color red, yellow, orange, green

There it was for me to see right in front of my eyes

A boritto, two taco’s, and my chili cheese fries

Now there’s a lesson to learn if you listen right here

Beer, liquor never sicker liquor, beer you in the clear

(hook Johnny Richter)

Cuz 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 the chronic smell

Don’t worry about it

Johnny Richter out smokin' the fuckin' planet

All day long

Don’t forget I was an underage achoholic before you was hittin' the bong

Been smokin' for over a decade

I got ten years under my belt and I ain’t even twenty-four

Don’t worry about it