I take hits, it through 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 Doubt me, County to Southern Cali, Pass the mic Johnny Richter to Rally,
First time as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from Music Plus was the of the scene,
I know what happened so I peeped in the window, I seen sittin' with a bunch of po-po's,
Yo ???? system wonder how the fuck found me, No on my way to the county,
Now Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride? Shit's gettin' deep, it's with my high,
Threw my bike in the trunk, scratchin' my frame, Defaced my number, and they fuckin' with my brain,
Just two to go as I skate to the bud hut, My boy's up, I'm like what the fuck?!
I said worry Loc I got the money buried stashed, And I'm, in a hurry He can be here fast,
In a flash like I jump from the bud hut, To bus with the engine stuffed,
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The Sound 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,
Three later Richter's out on leave, You know D-Loc picked me up with bomb 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 shot gun hot boxin' through the city, I'm feelin' shitty, witty got me greedy, a pity, I'm feelin' fine to incline, Elevation of the herb is elevation of 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, goddammit Loc, It's a hole, and my tire bout to blow, I see a UFO, your me, Noooooo!
We Do We Do, Plant Our 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, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
This bud's the bomb knock you dead out socks, Put your shwag back in the bag and that we forgot, the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock, Seasons don't '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 for stress and no chronic in the pipe, Classic glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, it right, some hits then passed, D-Loc fell on his ass, You with the rolo, reverse to last, Permission don't stop when searching for the green, the green is the cream and the cream 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 Sound The World Goes Around, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And And Round It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The Planet And It Explode,
We Do We Do, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The Sound While The Goes Around, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And And Round It Goes, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode.