Things I Do 歌词
| 歌曲 | Things I Do |
| 歌手 | Kottonmouth Kings |
| 专辑 | Hidden Stash II: The Kream of the Krop |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 claimIf my bark’s 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 | |
| Pak’sVape 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 meanIf you don’t that's new lingo a phazers an eighth | |
| I don’t get more than an eighth if there ain’t crip out on the plate | |
| New saying 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 | |
| Kottonmouth | |
| You’d suffer if you didn’t have a drink' | |
| 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 | |
| Wake up when | |
| I want 'cause that's the life | |
| I leadOut 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 show’ll be tight if | |
| KMK’s 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 Richter’s 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 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 didn’t 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 | |
| Shouldn’t of drank 20 beers, shouldn’t have smoked 10 bats | |
| Couldn’t 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 there’s 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 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 claimIf my bark' s 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 | |
| Pak' sVape 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 meanIf you don' t that' s new lingo a phazers an eighth | |
| I don' t get more than an eighth if there ain' t crip out on the plate | |
| New saying 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 | |
| Kottonmouth | |
| You' d suffer if you didn' t have a drink' | |
| 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 | |
| Wake up when | |
| I want ' cause that' s the life | |
| I leadOut 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 show' ll be tight if | |
| KMK' s 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 Richter' s 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 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 didn' t 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 | |
| Shouldn' t of drank 20 beers, shouldn' t have smoked 10 bats | |
| Couldn' t 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 there' s 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 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 claimIf my bark' s 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 | |
| Pak' sVape 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 meanIf you don' t that' s new lingo a phazers an eighth | |
| I don' t get more than an eighth if there ain' t crip out on the plate | |
| New saying 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 | |
| Kottonmouth | |
| You' d suffer if you didn' t have a drink' | |
| 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 | |
| Wake up when | |
| I want ' cause that' s the life | |
| I leadOut 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 show' ll be tight if | |
| KMK' s 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 Richter' s 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 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' | |
| 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 | |
| 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 didn' t 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 | |
| Shouldn' t of drank 20 beers, shouldn' t have smoked 10 bats | |
| Couldn' t 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 there' s 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 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 | |
| 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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