Kottonmouth Kings - Things I Do Lyrics
why does people always wanna know about Richter?what I do is smokehow much I really smokeif I got as many bongs as I claimif my barks about drinkin is just a gamewhen is enough?*music starts*drinkin' vodka, Blue Label, Schirnoff on the rocksused to have my sack but I left it at Pac'sfake rips got me trippin'shit I almost got lostwalkin' up to my old cribcomin' from the garage but the night ain't over yetI got places to gohit the bong and get faded but I needed some mo'I told 'em make sure it's mean but when you brought my greenit was on the B.C. so I only got a fazeknow what I mean?if you don't, that's my lingo a faze is an eighthI don't want more than an eighth if It ain't crypt out on the platesayin' it ain't crypt doesn't mean that it ain't kindit just means the herb you got ain't close to half as good as minethat's right the truth hurts but not as bad as the dirtcomin' up through your throat when you choke and that's my worddamn that shit burnsI don't even like to think about the kottonmouth you'd sufferif you didn't have a drink*chorus starts*cause these are the types of things I doand these are the types of tales I tellpeople ask me if I smoke, I say I doand the smoke I exhale got that chronic smell*chorus ends*wake up when I want cause that's the life I leadout every night, takin' trips every weekhangin' out with my peeps, just livin' the lifeonly smokin' out of glass when you hittin' metal pipesand passports, gettin' filledyou know the show be tight if KMK's on the billcut rock, get lock, kicks never seem to stopwhen the crowd gets tired it's their heads that bopI got a job but I ain't callin' it workgettin' paid to smoke herb ain't workit's absurdKottonmouth Kings takin' over this milleniumSuburban Noize family, I know you will be feelin' 'emcomin' out your stereo and seein' us on stageleave thousands of stunts, leavin' ladies in a dazepeople shocked and amazedthe weak-hearted seem to faint when they take one hitoff of Johnny Richter's dankcause I keep goin'continue with the flowin' like the rappers on my cornerspeople say that I am goin'ever flowin' like my hydro when my rap is gettin' fargrab a hundred pounds of chronic then a fancy *****in' car*chorus starts*cause these are the types of things I doand these are the types of tales I tellbut ask me if I smoke, I say I doand that smoke I exhale got that chronic smellcause these are the types of things I doand these are the types of tales I tellbut ask me if I smoke, I say I doand that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell*chorus ends*stumble in the front door, throw my jacket on the groundlooked left, looked right, shit I looked all aroundthe house is all quiet, didn't hear a single soundgrabbed a bottle of Bicardi and proceeded to poundabout a quarter way through, 'bout eleven thirty-twoheaded to Del Taco cause I need to get some foodif not I'm gonna puke and I don't want thatshouldn't have drank twenty, bi'chshouldn't have smoked ten bagsrelax, that is my stomach of courseshit was comin' up fast and it was chargin' with forcenow past my vocal chord, quickly approachin' my teeththrowin' up every color; yellow, red, orange, greenand there it was for me to see right infront of my eyesa burrito, two tacos, and my chili-cheese friesnow there's a lesson to learn if you listen right herebeer lickin', never sip the liquor and you in the clear*chorus starts*cause these are the types of things I doand these are the types of tales I tellbut ask me if I smoke, I say I doand that smoke I exhale got that chronic smell*chorus ends*don't worry about itJohnny Richter out smokin' the *****in' planet all day longdon't forget I was an underage alcoholic beforeyou was hittin' the bongbeen smokin' for over a decadegot ten years under my belt and I ain't even twenty-fourdon't worry about it*record scratching "Devestating to your ear"
