Round And Round Lyrics

Round And Round lyrics

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,