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' **** 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 **** burns I don't even like to think about the kottonmouth you'd suffer if you didn't have a drink *chorus starts* 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 ******' car *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 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, **** 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 **** 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 ******' 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"*
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' **** 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 **** burns I don't even like to think about the kottonmouth you'd suffer if you didn't have a drink *chorus starts* 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 ******' car *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 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, **** 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 **** 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 ******' 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"*
