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 didn't know what happened so I in the window, I seen Richter sittin' a bunch of po-po's,
Yo ???? system wonder how the they found me, No on my way to the county,
Now what's Richter do with no smokes for the ride? Shit's gettin' deep, fuckin' with my high,
my bike in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame, Defaced my serial number, and fuckin' with my brain,
Just two blocks to go as I to the bud hut, My locked up, I'm like what the fuck?!
I said worry Loc I got the money buried stashed, And I'm, always in a hurry He can be fast,
In a flash jack I jump from the bud hut, To Richter's bus with the stuffed,
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The While The World Goes Around, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode,
Three days later out on leave, You know D-Loc picked me up with some ass weed, Indeed we high, Red-eyed the vibes, in the back, Plenty for the phillies, Head to Bobby B's where the lookin' pretty, I'm sittin' gun hot boxin' through the city, I'm shitty, nitty witty got me greedy, It's a pity, I'm feelin' to incline, Elevation of the herb is elevation of mind, Well rewind, damn that's a ass track, Well then turn that up, hold up let me get my sack, Hey yo where's the glass, speed up we're 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, Plant Our In The Ground, Saturate The Sound While The Goes Around, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode,
bud's the bomb knock you dead out your socks, Put your shwag back in the bag and pretend we forgot, the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock, Seasons matter 'cause our bud come in flocks, up the zong I'm about to pack a few rounds, I at D-Loc and I gave 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 hits then passed, D-Loc on his ass, You fuckin' with the rolo, to last, Permission stop when we're searching for the green, Because the green is the cream and the make ya gleam, You all up in our scene to pack us your shwag, smokin' on the chronic that you wished you had, I to X Dad in the marijuana lab,
We Do We Do, Plant Our In The Ground, Saturate The Sound While The Goes Around, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And And Round It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode,
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 Pounds And We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The Planet And It Explode.