(CHORUS) Too many hits, and not enough time. A Vicodins and a bottle of wine. Two big titties and a ass beat. One and my day is complete.
X: I got a feeling, for the flavor I place a call to my door neighbor. got a growroom, in full bloom He said, "Drive by, 'round past noon" He'd have tasters, sample the vapors. We get our heads high skyscrapers. I the papers and more party favors, Biz Markie 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 that shit from the and behind, yeah. You know the time, the crime rhyme A crooked politician, soon I'm be the mayor. I'll change the and this whole jurisdiction To weed, come and sign the petition.
(CHORUS x2)
A loadie-dawdie, D-Loc came to I don't no trouble, I don't bother nobody - We're, some Kings who rock on the mic. And when we walk up on the mic, we the mic right.
You blazin' weed you down with the set, yeahh. We got the type of bud that make you it. The type of shit that you wanna write a rap Spit a flow, go to bed, and get some head up on the (OHHH!) Hands up to old school beat, Swayin' and forth from the West to the East We gettin' high, yeah, we drinkin' our Got everybody on the Kottonmouth Kings So we dec-a-de, and we keep our thang, Gettin' to the boogie, the boogie, the bang bang, to the boogie, the boogie, the bang, Just an thang, how we do the bang-bang. (JUST AN THANG)
(CHORUS x2) Johnny
It's a everyday (day) thang, around my way (way) Yo, what you (say) Well pass me the hay (hay) See we play (play), we smoke out the bay(bay) The shit make you crazy: (OH MY GOD, I'M CRAZYYYYYYY) Around noon, I like to get up, fuck, go to bed Then at 2, I hit the snooze and get a head Around 9, I get the and start sippin' the red The day, get up, and do it all over again. It's just a everyday thang these parts. me coolin' in my yard with a joint, puffin' hard. And I always got a beer by, and close to hand, A King in his castle, lookin' over his land. Now understand what's good for me not be right for yourself Some people pray I go to Heaven, others me to hell. But what's a playa to do, yo, I can only be me, And for these Kings, this is my everyday thang (IT'S JUST AN THANG)
(CHORUS x2)
Just an thang, ya'll an everyday, everyday thang (x4)