(CHORUS) Too many bong hits, and not time. A Vicodins and a bottle of wine. Two big and a dope ass beat. One and my day is complete.
X: I got a feeling, for the flavor I a call to my next door neighbor. He's got a growroom, in full He said, "Drive by, 'round past noon" He'd have tasters, sample the vapors. We get our heads high skyscrapers. I brought the papers and more favors, Like Biz said, "Nothin' can save ya." My trippin, I'm sippin' red wine, She says I don't ever spend enough time. We roll some kind, I press rewind, hit shit from the front and behind, yeah. You know the time, the crime sayer' A crooked politician, I'm gonna be the mayor. I'll change the laws and this jurisdiction To weed, come and sign the petition.
(CHORUS x2)
A loadie-dawdie, came to party I don't cause no trouble, I bother nobody - We're, just Kings who rock on the mic. And when we walk up on the mic, we the mic right.
You blazin' weed then you down the set, yeahh. We got the type of bud that make you it. The type of shit make you wanna write a rap Spit a flow, go to bed, and get some head up on the (OHHH!) Hands up to this old beat, Swayin' back and forth the West to the East We gettin' high, yeah, we our drinks Got everybody buggin' on the Kottonmouth So we dec-a-de, and we doin' our thang, Gettin' down to the boogie, the boogie, the bang, to the boogie, the boogie, the bang, Just an thang, how we do the bang-bang. (JUST AN THANG)
(CHORUS x2) Richter:
It's just a everyday (day) thang, my way (way) Yo, what you say? (say) Well me the hay (hay) See we play (play), we smoke out the bay(bay) The shit that make you (OH MY GOD, I'M CRAZYYYYYYY) Around noon, I to get up, fuck, go back to bed Then at 2, I hit the snooze and get a head Around 9, I get the and start sippin' the red The next day, get up, and do it all again. It's just a everyday thang these parts. Catch me coolin' in my yard with a joint, hard. And I got a beer near by, and close to hand, A proud King in his castle, lookin' his land. Now understand what's for me might not be right for yourself Some pray I go to Heaven, others damn me to hell. But what's a playa to do, yo, I can only be me, And for these Kottonmouth Kings, this is my thang (IT'S JUST AN THANG)
(CHORUS x2)
Just an everyday thang, an everyday, everyday thang (x4)