Round & Round

作曲 : Xavier/Miller/McNutt

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 **** 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 ****in' with my high

Threw my bike in the trunk ****in' scratchin' my frame

Number and they ****in' 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 ****

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 shit

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' shit ty 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 **** 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 ****in' 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