(Johnny Richter)
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
