(CHORUS) Too many hits, and not enough time. A couple 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 a call to my next door neighbor. He's got a growroom, in bloom He said, "Drive by, 'round half noon" have some tasters, sample the vapors. We get our heads high skyscrapers. I brought the papers and more favors, Like Biz Markie said, "Nothin' can ya." My girl's trippin, I'm red wine, She says that I don't spend enough time. We roll some kind, I press rewind, hit that shit from the and behind, yeah. You the time, the crime rhyme sayer' A crooked politician, soon I'm be the mayor. I'll change the and this whole jurisdiction To legalize weed, and sign the petition.
(CHORUS x2)
A loadie-dawdie, D-Loc came to I don't cause no trouble, I don't bother - We're, some Kings who rock on the mic. And we walk up on the mic, we rock the mic right.
You blazin' weed then you down the set, yeahh. We got the type of bud make you forget it. The of shit that make you wanna write a rap a flow, go to bed, and get some head up on the floo' (OHHH!) Hands up to this old beat, Swayin' back and forth 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) Richter:
It's just a (day) thang, around my way (way) Yo, you say? (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) noon, I like 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 around these parts. Catch me coolin' in my yard a joint, puffin' hard. And I always got a beer near by, and to hand, A proud in his castle, lookin' over his land. Now understand what's good for me 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 Kings, this is my everyday thang (IT'S JUST AN THANG)
(CHORUS x2)
Just an thang, ya'll an everyday, everyday thang (x4)