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another day gone...
(Richter)
sittin in my livin room pullin on some tubes
no more bubble berry so i settled for the blue
snapped it through and my lungs start to hurt
hold it in long enough itll put your d*ck in the dirt
and people go bizerk tryin to get their hands on it
most commonly heard phraze is, "Richters got the chronic"
so im on it, matter of fact im on the top
cant nobody fk with me or the Killa Kali crops
like reebox yo im un stoppable
and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able
so what you grow all i want to know is what seeds
what system you using you got the lights you need
you got a masters degree from the weed ivy leagues
or you a cop without a clue just lookin for a lead
life rolls on
its passin by your eyes real fast
another 24 another J is passed
and laugh at those said wed never last
(Richter)
hey loc i think its time to grow again fk it
(D-Loc)
if youre gonna grow you better come pick up your bucket
(Richter)
alright im comin through
(D-Loc)
ay yo grab some mountain dew (what)
a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews
(Richter)
i cruise through in the blue too with the basetubes
(D-Loc)
i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped
(Richter)
dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin bus
(D-Loc)
well erupt on that blunts but turn that s**t to dust
(Richter)
dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and Chong
Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of ganj
(D-Loc)
writtin songs playin pong we was young we dont belong
stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin it on
(Richter)
but now were both standing strong 2000 and beyond
two dons in the mob, used to fight to get along
(D-Loc)
that was way back then and this is right now
were on a mission to get it smoke and bone the hell out
life rolls on
its passin by your eyes real fast
another 24 another J is passed
half of those said wed never last
(D-Loc)
theres 420 ways to blaze
use one it tastes great when you smokin out the vape
mind haze sit back itll put you in a trance
grab your sack relax and throw your cap up on the hat rack
throw your feet up recline just chill
we just smoked a eighth of the mother fkin Kill
for real hold it in now we goin on a ride
the bud inside ain't nothing to fk with
some santa cruz that we got at johns crib
the crip that you never find around
the reason you cant find it in your city or your town
because it sits in my bedroom in piles and mounds
we got pounds and pounds that the world don't know about
if i sold it
(Richter)
yo theyd all be in the clouds
(D-Loc)
smoke em out without a doubt
yo it's not for the money
its all for the head and gettin stoned with my homies