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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 |
