Round And Round

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