I take hits, Pull it the Chamber, I hold it in, My are in Danger, It tastes good, I can't the Flavor, But to the buds, We no Stranger, the chamber it's hella Cloudy, I smoke flavor don't ever me, Humbolt County to Cali, Pass the mic Richter bout to Rally,
First busted as a young rap fiend, tapes from Music Plus was the place of the scene,
I know what happened so I peeped in the window, I seen Richter with a bunch of po-po's,
Yo ???? wonder how the fuck they found me, No on my way to the county,
Now what's Richter gonna do with no for the ride? Shit's gettin' deep, fuckin' with my high,
Threw my bike in the trunk, scratchin' my frame, Defaced my serial number, and they with my brain,
two blocks to go as I skate to the bud hut, My boy's locked up, I'm what the fuck?!
I said don't worry Loc I got the money stashed, And I'm, always in a hurry He can be fast,
In a flash like jack I from the bud hut, To bus with the engine stuffed,
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The Sound While The Goes Around, Drop A Bomb On The Planet And It Explode, And Round It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And And Round It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode,
Three later Richter's out on leave, You D-Loc picked me up with some bomb ass weed, Indeed we high, feel the vibes, in the back, Plenty for the phillies, to Bobby B's where the purple lookin' pretty, I'm sittin' gun hot boxin' through the city, I'm feelin' shitty, nitty got me greedy, It's a pity, I'm fine to incline, Elevation of the herb is of your mind, Well rewind, damn a dope ass track, Well then that shit up, hold up let me get my sack, Hey yo where's the glass, speed up gettin' passed, I stepped on the gas the wheel, I dropped my smoke, well Loc, It's burnin' a hole, and my tire to blow, I see a UFO, your me, Noooooo!
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The Sound The World Goes Around, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode, And Round It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
This the bomb knock you dead out your socks, Put shwag back in the bag and pretend that we forgot, the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock, Seasons matter 'cause our bud come in flocks, Load up the zong I'm about to a few rounds, I looked at D-Loc and I him a pound, You got no time for stress and no in the pipe, hits glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, it right, Took some then passed, D-Loc fell on his ass, You fuckin' the rolo, reverse to last, Permission don't when we're searching for the green, Because the green is the cream and the make ya gleam, You all up in our tryin' to pack us your shwag, While smokin' on the chronic that you you had, I to X Dad in the marijuana lab,
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The While The World Goes Around, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The Sound While The World Around, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode, And Round It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode.