I hits, Pull 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 ever Doubt me, Humbolt to Southern Cali, Pass the mic Richter bout to Rally,
First time busted as a rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from Plus was the place of the scene,
I didn't what happened so I peeped in the window, I seen Richter with a bunch of po-po's,
Yo system wonder how the fuck they found me, No on my way to the county,
Now Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride? Shit's deep, it's fuckin' with my high,
Threw my in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame, Defaced my serial number, and they with my brain,
Just two blocks to go as I to the bud hut, My boy's locked up, I'm what the fuck?!
I said don't worry Loc I got the buried stashed, And I'm, always in a 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, Plant Our 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 Round And It Goes, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
Three days later out on leave, You know D-Loc picked me up some bomb ass weed, we stay 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, It's a pity, I'm feelin' to incline, of the herb is elevation of your mind, Well rewind, damn a dope ass track, Well then turn shit up, hold up let me get my sack, Hey yo where's the glass, up we're gettin' passed, I stepped on the gas the wheel, I my smoke, well goddammit 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 While The World 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 out your socks, Put your back in the bag and pretend that we forgot, From the mossy to the hydroponic dock, Seasons don't 'cause our bud come in flocks, up the zong I'm about to pack 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, Took some hits then passed, D-Loc on his ass, You fuckin' the rolo, reverse to last, Permission don't stop when we're for the green, Because the green is the and the cream make 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 Sound While The World Around, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode, And Round It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
We Do We Do, Plant Our In The Ground, Saturate The Sound While The World 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.