Kottonmouth Kings - Round & Round Lyrics
I take hits, pull it through the chamber,I hold it in, my lungs are in danger,It tastes good, I cant deny the flavor,But to the buds, we aint no stranger,Check the chamber its hella cloudy,I smoke flavor dont 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 didnt know what happened so I peeped in the window,I seen richter sittin with a bunch of po-pos,Yo ? ? ? ? system wonder how the ***** they found me,No back-seat on my way to the county,Now whats richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride?Shits gettin deep, its *****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 boys locked up, Im like what the *****? !I said dont worry loc I got the money buried stashed,And im, always in a hurry he can be here fast,In a flash like jack I jump from the bud hut,To richters 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 richters 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 bs where the purple lookin pretty,Im sittin shot gun hot boxin through the city,Im feelin shitty, nitty witty got me greedy,Its a pity, Im feelin fine to incline,Elevation of the herb is elevation of your mind,Well rewind, damn thats a dope ass track,Well then turn that shit up, hold up let me get my sack,Hey yo wheres the glass, speed up were gettin passed,I stepped on the gas hold the wheel,I dropped my smoke, well goddammit loc,Its 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 buds 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 dont matter cuz our bud come in flocks,Load up the zong Im 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 dont stop when were 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,
