I take hits, it through the Chamber, I hold it in, My are in Danger, It good, I can't deny 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 Plus was the place 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 ???? 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 deep, it's fuckin' with my high,
Threw my in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame, my serial number, and they fuckin' with my brain,
Just two blocks to go as I to the bud hut, My locked up, I'm like what 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 I jump from the bud hut, To Richter's bus with the stuffed,
We Do We Do, Plant Our In The Ground, The Sound 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 Planet And It Explode,
Three later 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, Head to Bobby B's where the 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 feelin' to incline, of the herb is elevation of your mind, Well rewind, that's a dope ass track, Well then turn that shit up, 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 burnin' a hole, and my 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 On The Planet And Watch 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,
This the bomb knock you dead out your socks, Put your back in the bag and pretend that we forgot, the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock, Seasons don't matter 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 for stress and no chronic in the pipe, Classic glass, ?? tight, You like, I like, it right, Took some then passed, D-Loc fell on his ass, You fuckin' the rolo, reverse to last, Permission 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 us your shwag, smokin' on the chronic 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, A Bomb On The Planet And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And Pounds And 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 The World Goes Around, Drop A On The Planet And Watch It Explode, Round And It Goes, And Pounds And We Smoke, And And Round It Goes, Drop A Bomb On The Planet And It Explode.