I take hits, Pull it through the Chamber,
I hold it in, My lungs are in Danger,
It tastes good, I can`t deny the Flavor,
But to the buds, We ain`t no Stranger,
Check the chamber it`s hella Cloudy,
I smoke flavor don`t ever Doubt me,
Humbolt County to Southern Cali,
Pass the mic Johnny Richter bout to Rally,
First time busted as a young rap fiend,
Stealin` tapes from Music Plus was the place of the scene,
I didn`t know what happened so I peeped in the window,
I seen Richter sittin` with a bunch of po-po`s,
Yo ?? system wonder how the fuck they found me,
No back-seat on my way to the county,
Now what`s Richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride?
Shit`s gettin` deep, it`s fuckin` with my high,
Threw my bike in the trunk, fuckin` scratchin` my frame,
?? number, and they fuckin` with my brain,
Just two blocks to go as I skate to the bud hut,
My boy`s locked up, I`m like what the fuck?!
I said don`t worry Loc I got the money buried stashed,
And I`m, always in a hurry He can be here fast,
In a flash like jack I jump from the bud hut,
To Richter`s bus with the engine stuffed,
We Do What We Do,
Plant our Seeds in the Ground,
Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode,
Round and Round it Goes,
And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke,
And Round and Round it Goes,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode,
Three days later Richter`s out on leave,
You know D-Loc picked me up with some bomb ass weed,
Indeed we stay high,
Red-eyed feel the vibes,
Beehives in the back,
Plenty honey for the phillies,
Head to Bobby B`s where the purple lookin` pretty,
I`m sittin` shot gun hot boxin` through the city,
I`m feelin` shitty, nitty witty got me greedy,
It`s a pity, I`m feelin` fine to incline,
Elevation of the herb is elevation of your mind,
Well rewind, damn that`s a dope ass track,
Well then turn that shit up, hold up let me get my sack,
Hey yo where`s the glass, speed up we`re gettin` passed,
I stepped on the gas hold the wheel,
I dropped my smoke, well goddammit Loc,
It`s burnin` a hole, and my tire bout to blow,
I see a UFO, your kidding me, Noooooo!
We Do What We Do,
Plant our Seeds in the Ground,
Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode,
Round and Round it Goes,
And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke,
And Round and Round it Goes,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode,
This bud`s the bomb knock you dead out your socks,
Put your shwag back in the bag and pretend that we forgot,
From the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock,
Seasons don`t matter cuz our bud come in flocks,
Load up the zong I`m about to pack a few rounds,
I looked at D-Loc and I gave him a pound,
You got no time for stress and no chronic in the pipe,
Classic hits glass, ?? tight,
You like, I like, inspected it right,
Took some hits then passed, D-Loc fell on his ass,
You fuckin` with the rolo, reverse to last,
Permission don`t stop when we`re searching for the green,
Because the green is the cream and the cream make ya gleam,
You all up in our scene tryin` to pack us your shwag,
While smokin` on the chronic that you wished you had,
I pass to X Dad in the marijuana lab,
We Do What We Do,
Plant our Seeds in the Ground,
Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode,
Round and Round it Goes,
And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke,
And Round and Round it Goes,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode,
We Do What We Do,
Plant our Seeds in the Ground,
Saturate the Sound while the World Goes Around,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode,
Round and Round it Goes,
And Pounds and Pounds we Smoke,
And Round and Round it Goes,
Drop a Bomb on the Planet and watch it Explode
