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 chamber hella Cloudy, I smoke flavor don't ever me, Humbolt to Southern Cali, Pass the mic Johnny Richter to Rally,
First busted as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes from Music Plus was the of the scene,
I didn't know happened so I peeped in the window, I seen Richter with a bunch of po-po's,
Yo ???? system wonder how the fuck they me, No on my way to the county,
Now Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride? Shit's gettin' deep, fuckin' with 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 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 He can be here fast,
In a flash like jack I from the bud hut, To bus with the engine stuffed,
We Do We Do, Plant Our 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 And Round It Goes, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
days later Richter's 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' shot gun hot boxin' the city, I'm feelin' shitty, nitty got me greedy, a pity, I'm feelin' fine to incline, Elevation of the herb is of your mind, Well rewind, damn that's a ass track, Well turn that shit 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, Our Seeds In The Ground, Saturate The Sound While The World Around, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode, And Round It Goes, And And Pounds We Smoke, And And Round It Goes, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
This bud's the knock you dead out your socks, Put your shwag back in the bag and pretend we forgot, From the mossy grounds to the dock, don't matter 'cause our bud come in flocks, Load up the zong I'm about to a few rounds, I at D-Loc and I gave him a pound, You got no time for stress and no in the pipe, Classic glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, it right, Took some hits 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 on the chronic that you wished you had, I to X Dad in the marijuana lab,
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 And Round It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The And Watch It Explode,
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 And Round It Goes, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode.