I take hits, it through the Chamber, I it in, My lungs are in Danger, It tastes good, I deny the Flavor, But to the buds, We no Stranger, Check the chamber hella Cloudy, I smoke flavor don't ever me, Humbolt County to Cali, the mic Johnny Richter bout to Rally,
First time as a young rap fiend, Stealin' tapes Music Plus was the place of the scene,
I didn't know what so I peeped in the window, I seen sittin' with a bunch of po-po's,
Yo ???? 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,
my bike 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 Loc I got the money buried stashed, And I'm, in a hurry He can be here fast,
In a flash like jack I from the bud hut, To Richter's bus with the stuffed,
We Do We Do, Plant Our 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 Planet And It Explode,
Three days Richter's out on leave, You know D-Loc picked me up with bomb ass weed, we stay high, Red-eyed the vibes, in the back, Plenty for the phillies, to Bobby B's where the purple lookin' pretty, I'm sittin' gun hot boxin' through the city, I'm feelin' shitty, witty got me greedy, It's a pity, I'm fine to incline, Elevation of the herb is elevation of mind, Well rewind, damn that's a ass track, Well then turn that shit up, up let me get my sack, Hey yo where's the glass, speed up gettin' passed, I stepped on the gas the wheel, I dropped my smoke, well Loc, burnin' 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 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 On The Planet And Watch It Explode,
bud's the bomb knock you dead out your socks, Put your back in the bag and pretend that 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 looked at and I gave him a pound, You got no time for and no chronic in the pipe, hits glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, it right, Took some hits then passed, fell on his ass, You fuckin' with the rolo, to last, Permission don't stop when we're for the green, the green is the cream and the cream make ya gleam, You all up in our scene tryin' to us your shwag, While smokin' on the 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 Bomb On The Planet And It Explode, Round And It Goes, And And Pounds 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 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.