Round and Round

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