I hits, Pull it through the Chamber, I it in, My lungs are in Danger, It good, I can't deny the Flavor, But to the buds, We no Stranger, Check the it's hella Cloudy, I smoke flavor ever Doubt me, Humbolt County to Cali, Pass the mic Johnny bout to Rally,
First time as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from 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 ???? system how the fuck they found me, No on my way to the county,
Now what's Richter gonna do with no smokes for the Shit's gettin' deep, it's fuckin' my high,
Threw my in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame, my serial number, and they fuckin' with my brain,
Just two to go as I skate to the bud hut, My locked up, I'm like what the fuck?!
I said don't worry Loc I got the buried stashed, And I'm, in a hurry He can be here fast,
In a flash like jack I jump the bud hut, To Richter's bus 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, Round And It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
Three days Richter's out on leave, You know D-Loc picked me up with bomb ass weed, we stay high, Red-eyed the vibes, in the back, Plenty for the phillies, Head to B's where the purple lookin' pretty, I'm sittin' shot gun hot boxin' the city, I'm shitty, nitty witty got me greedy, It's a pity, I'm feelin' to incline, Elevation of the is elevation of your mind, Well rewind, damn that's a ass track, Well then that shit up, hold up let me get my sack, Hey yo the glass, speed up we're gettin' passed, I stepped on the gas the wheel, I dropped my smoke, well Loc, It's burnin' a hole, and my bout to blow, I see a UFO, kidding me, Noooooo!
We Do We Do, Plant Our In The Ground, The Sound While The World Goes Around, Drop A Bomb On The Planet And It Explode, Round And It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The Planet And It Explode,
This bud's the bomb knock you dead out socks, Put your shwag in the bag and pretend that we forgot, From the grounds to the hydroponic dock, Seasons don't matter our bud come in flocks, up the zong I'm about to pack a few rounds, I looked at and I gave him a pound, You got no for stress and no chronic in the pipe, Classic glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, it right, Took some hits then passed, D-Loc on his ass, You fuckin' with the rolo, to last, Permission don't stop when we're for the green, Because the green is the cream and the cream ya gleam, You all up in our tryin' to pack us your shwag, smokin' on the chronic that you wished you had, I pass to X Dad in the lab,
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The While The World Goes Around, Drop A Bomb On The Planet And 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 While The World Goes Around, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode, And Round It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode.