I take hits, Pull it 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 don't ever me, County to Southern Cali, Pass the mic Richter bout to Rally,
time busted as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from Music Plus was the of the scene,
I didn't what happened so I peeped in the window, I seen Richter sittin' with a of po-po's,
Yo system wonder how the fuck they found me, No on my way to the county,
Now what's gonna do with no smokes 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,
Just two blocks to go as I to the bud hut, My boy's locked up, I'm like the fuck?!
I said don't worry Loc I got the buried stashed, And I'm, always in a hurry He can be fast,
In a flash like jack I jump the bud hut, To Richter's bus with the stuffed,
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 And Pounds We Smoke, And And Round 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 B's where the purple lookin' pretty, I'm sittin' shot gun hot 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 turn that up, hold up let me get my sack, Hey yo where's the glass, speed up we're passed, I on the gas hold the wheel, I dropped my smoke, well Loc, It's a hole, and my tire bout to blow, I see a UFO, kidding me, Noooooo!
We Do We Do, Plant Our 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 And Round It Goes, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
This bud's the bomb knock you dead out socks, Put shwag back in the bag and pretend that we forgot, From the mossy grounds to the dock, Seasons don't 'cause our bud come in flocks, Load up the 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 passed, D-Loc fell on his ass, You fuckin' with the rolo, to last, don't stop when we're searching for the green, Because the is the cream and the cream make ya gleam, You all up in our scene tryin' to pack us shwag, While smokin' on the chronic 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 And Pounds We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode,
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, And Round It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And Round And It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode.