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Thing I Do
Kottonmouth Kings
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I hear people always wanna 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 bars about drinkin's just a game
Well listen up
Drinkin' vodka, blue label, Smirnoff on the rocks
Wish I had my sack but I left it at blocks
Babe's ribs 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 bar to get faded but I needed some mo'
I told 'em make sure it's mean but when he brought my bag of green
It was the BC so I only got a phase, know what I mean?
If you don't that's new lingo, a phase is an eighth
I don't get more than an eighth if there ain't crip out on the plate
Not sayin' it's not crip 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 cotton mouth you'd suffer if you didn't have a drink
'Cause these are the types of things I do
And these are the types of tales I tell
If people ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell
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 a glass while you hittin' metal pipes
International flights, passports gettin' filled
You know the show be tight if KMK's on the bill
Punk rock, hip-hop, bitch never seen me stop
When the crowd's gettin' tired it's their heads that bob
I got a job but I ain't callin' it work
Gettin' paid to smoke herb ain't work, it's absurd
Cottonmouth kings takin' over this millennium
Suburban Noize family, I know you will be feelin' 'em
Comin' out your stereo or seein' us on stage
Leavin' 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', continuously flowin'
Like the rappers on my condoms people say that I am golden
Never flowin' like my hydro when I weather's near and far
I'd rather have ten pounds of chronic than 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
If people ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell
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Stumble in the front door, throw my jacket on the ground
Look left, look right, shit I looked all around
The house was all quiet, didn't hear a single sound
Grabbed a bottle of Bacardi and proceeded to pound
'Bout a quarter way through, 'bout 11:32
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 beers, shouldn't have smoked ten bags
Couldn't relax, that is, my stomach of course
Shit was comin' up fast and it was chargin' with force
Jumped past 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 burrito, two tacos, and my chili cheese fries
Now there's a lesson to learn, if you listen right here
Beer lickin', never stick a lick of it you in the clear
'Cause these are the types of things I do
And these are the types of tales I tell
If people ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell
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 24
Don't worry about it
De-De-De-De-De-De-De-Devastated to your ear
De-De-De-De-De-De-De-Devastated to your ear
De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-De-Devastated to your ear
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