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
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Round And Round
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| Kottonmouth Kings |
