Round & Round Song 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,