| I take hits, Pull it through the Chamber
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| I hold it in, My lungs are in Danger
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| It tastes good, I can’t deny the Flavor
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| But to the buds, We ain’t no Stranger
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| Check the chamber it’s hella Cloudy
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| I smoke flavor don’t ever Doubt me
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| Humbolt County to Southern Cali
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| Pass the mic Johnny Richter bout to Rally
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| First time busted as a young rap fiend
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| Stealin' tapes from Music Plus was the place of the scene
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| I didn’t know what happened so I peeped in the window
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| I seen Richter sittin' with a bunch of po-po's
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| Yo ??? |
| system wonder how the fuck they found me
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| No back-seat on my way to the county
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| Now what’s Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride?
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| Shit’s gettin' deep, it’s fuckin' with my high
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| Threw my bike in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame
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| ??? |
| number, and they fuckin' with my brain
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| Just two blocks to go as I skate to the bud hut
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| My boy’s locked up, I’m like what the fuck?!
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| I said don’t worry Loc I got the money buried stashed
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| And I’m, always in a hurry He can be here fast
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| In a flash like jack I jump from the bud hut
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| To Richter’s bus with the engine stuffed
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| We Do What We Do
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| Plant our Seeds in the Ground
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| Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
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| Round and Round it Goes
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| And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke
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| And Round and Round it Goes
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
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| Three days later Richter’s out on leave
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| You know D-Loc picked me up with some bomb ass weed
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| Indeed we stay high
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| Red-eyed feel the vibes
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| Beehives in the back
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| Plenty honey for the phillies
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| Head to Bobby B’s where the purple lookin' pretty
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| I’m sittin' shot gun hot boxin' through the city
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| I’m feelin' shitty, nitty witty got me greedy
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| It’s a pity, I’m feelin' fine to incline
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| Elevation of the herb is elevation of your mind
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| Well rewind, damn that’s a dope ass track
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| Well then turn that shit up, hold up let me get my sack
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| Hey yo where’s the glass, speed up we’re gettin' passed
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| I stepped on the gas hold the wheel
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| I dropped my smoke, well goddammit Loc
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| It’s burnin' a hole, and my tire bout to blow
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| I see a UFO, your kidding me, Noooooo!
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| We Do What We Do
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| Plant our Seeds in the Ground
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| Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
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| Round and Round it Goes
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| And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke
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| And Round and Round it Goes
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
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| This bud’s the bomb knock you dead out your socks
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| Put your shwag back in the bag and pretend that we forgot
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| ]From the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock
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| Seasons don’t matter cuz our bud come in flocks
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| Load up the zong I’m about to pack a few rounds
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| I looked at D-Loc and I gave him a pound
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| You got no time for stress and no chronic in the pipe
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| Classic hits glass, ?? |
| tight
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| You like, I like, inspected it right
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| Took some hits then passed, D-Loc fell on his ass
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| You fuckin' with the rolo, reverse to last
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| Permission don’t stop when we’re searching for the green
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| Because the green is the cream and the cream make ya gleam
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| You all up in our scene tryin' to pack us your shwag
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| While smokin' on the chronic that you wished you had
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| I pass to X Dad in the marijuana lab
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| We Do What We Do
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| Plant our Seeds in the Ground
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| Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
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| Round and Round it Goes
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| And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke
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| And Round and Round it Goes
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
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| We Do What We Do
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| Plant our Seeds in the Ground
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| Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
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| Round and Round it Goes
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| And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke
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| And Round and Round it Goes
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| Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode |