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Things I Do Lyrics - Hidden Stash Ii: The Kream Of The Krop - Kottonmouth Kings

Why do 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 barks about drinkin' just a game, well, listen up 

 

Drinkin' Vodka, Blue Label, Smirnoff on the rocks 

Wishin' I had my sack but I left it a Paks 

Vape rips 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 more 

I told him make sure it's mean but when he brought my bag of green 

It was the B.C. so I only got phaze know what I mean 

 

If you dont that's new lingo a phazers an eighth 

I dont get more than an eighth if there aint crip out on the plate 

New saying it's not crip doesnt 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 dont even like to think, about the Kottonmouth 

Youd suffer if you didnt have a drink 

 

'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 

 

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' outta glass while you hittin' metal pipes 

 

International flights, passport gettin' filled 

You know the showll be tight if KMKs on the bill 

Punk, rock, hip hop, pits never seem to stop 

When the crowds 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 

Kottonmouth Kings taken over this millennium 

Suburban Noize family I know you will be feelin' 'em 

 

Comin' out your stereo or seein' us on stage 

Leavin' thousands astonished, leavin' ladies in a daze 

People shocked and amazed the weak hearted seem to faint 

When they take one hit off of Johnny Richters dank 

 

'Cause I keep goin', continuously flowin' 

Like the wrappers on my condoms people say that I am golden 

I've been flowin' like my hydro when I wow those near and far 

I'd rather have 10 pounds of chronic then a fancy fuckin' car 

 

'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 

 

'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 

 

Stumble in the front door throw my jacket on the ground 

Looked left, looked right, shit, I looked all around 

The house was all quiet didnt hear a single sound 

Grabbed a bottle of Bacardi and proceeded to pound 

 

About 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 

Shouldnt of drank 20 beers, shouldnt have smoked 10 bats 

 

Couldnt relax, that is my stomach of course 

Shit was comin' up fast and it was chargin' with force 

Flew past my vocal cords quickly approaching 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 chill cheese fries 

Now theres a lesson to learn if you listen right here 

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

 

'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 

 

Don't worry about it 

Johnny Richter out smoking the fucking planet all day long 

Don't forget I was a underage alcoholic before you were tasting a bong 

Been smoking for a decade, got ten years under my belt 

And I ain't even 24 

Don't worry about it 

 

Devastating to your ear 

Devastating to your ear 

Devastating to your ear 

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