another day gone...



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 it'll put your dick in the dirt

and people go bizerk tryin' to get their hands on it

most commonly heard phraze is, "Richter's got the chronic"

so i'm on it, matter of fact i'm on the top

can't nobody fuck with me or the Killa Kali crops

like reebox yo i'm un stoppable

and the bowls that i pack are un-pop able

so what you grow all i want to know is what seed

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 day is passed

half of those said we'd never last



hey loc i think its time to grow again fuck it

if you're gonna grow you better come pick up your bucket

alright im comin through ay yo grab some mountain dew (what)

a pack of zig zags and a couple of brews

i cruise through in the blue too with the basetubes

i too got the big bumps keep my caddy dumped

dont front on this trunk stump on my bangin bus

we'll erupt on that blunts but turn that shit to dust

dusk to dawn just like the modern day Cheech and Chong

Tim and Dustin on the bong smokin mad amounts of ganj

writtin songs playin pong we was young we don't belong

stealing cigarettes and bongs we was kids gettin it on

but now we're both standing strong 2000 and beyond

to dawns at ? used to fight to get along

that was way back then and this is right now

we're 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 day is passed

half of those said we'd never last



there's 420 ways to blaze

use one it tastes great when you smokin out the vape

mind haze sit back it'll 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 fuckin Kill

for real hold it in now we goin on a ride

the bud inside aint nothing to fuck with

some santa cruz that we got at john's crib

the crip that you never find around

the reason you can't 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 dont know about

if i sold it yo they'd all be in the clouds

smoke em out without a doubt

yo its not for the money

its all for the head and gettin stoned with my homies