Round & Round
Kottonmouth Kings Lyrics
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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,
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 weed,
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' shitty, 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 dope 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 fuckin' 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,
The lyrics of Kottonmouth Kings' "Round & Round" are a celebration of marijuana culture and the camaraderie that smoking weed can create. The first verse sets the scene with a series of images: taking hits from a bong, holding the smoke in the lungs, the flavor of the bud, and the hazy cloud hanging in the air. The second verse tells a story of a youthful crime and bust, with the rapper seeing Johnny Richter surrounded by the police. The song then moves into a chorus that encapsulates the joy and community of getting high with friends, smoking pounds and pounds of weed, and dropping a bomb on the planet with the power of their smoke.
The third verse continues to celebrate marijuana culture with references to different strains of weed and smoking paraphernalia. The rappers are happy to leave their stresses behind as they smoke their high-quality herb, and the verse culminates with the famous line "Because the green is the cream and the cream make ya gleam." The final chorus restates the theme of the whole song – the connection between smoking weed and feeling good, both through the physical effects of the drug and the social bonds it can create.
Line by Line Meaning
I take hits, pull it through the chamber,
I smoke weed through a pipe, inhaling it into my lungs.
I hold it in, my lungs are in danger,
I hold the smoke in my lungs for as long as possible, even though it's not good for them.
It tastes good, I can't deny the flavor,
The weed has a good taste that I enjoy.
But to the buds, we ain't no stranger,
We are very familiar with smoking weed and enjoy it regularly.
Check the chamber it's hella cloudy,
The pipe is filled with a lot of smoke.
I smoke flavor don't ever doubt me,
I know what good weed tastes like and won't let anyone question my taste.
Humbolt county to southern cali,
We smoke weed from all over California, specifically Humboldt County.
Pass the mic johnny richter bout to rally,
Johnny Richter is about to take over the microphone and start rapping.
First time busted as a young rap fiend,
When I was young, I was caught stealing rap music tapes.
Stealin' tapes from music plus was the place of the scene,
I stole tapes from the Music Plus store, which was the place for music at the time.
I didn't know what happened so I peeped in the window,
I was confused about what was happening, so I looked in the window to try and understand.
I seen richter sittin' with a bunch of po-po's,
I saw Johnny Richter sitting with a group of police officers.
Yo ? ? ? ? system wonder how the fuck they found me,
I was caught by a surveillance system and can't believe how they found me.
No back-seat on my way to the county,
I was arrested and taken to jail without a back-seat in the car.
Now what's richter gonna do with no smokes for the ride?
I'm worried about Johnny Richter not being able to smoke weed while we're on our way to jail.
Shit's gettin' deep, it's fuckin' with my high,
Things are getting serious and it's ruining my high from smoking weed.
Threw my bike in the trunk, fuckin' scratchin' my frame,
My bike is thrown in the trunk, damaging it.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? number, and they fuckin' with my brain,
I'm given a number and it's messing with my head and making me anxious.
Just two blocks to go as I skate to the bud hut,
I'm only a couple blocks away from the place where I can buy weed and I'm excited.
My boy's locked up, I'm like what the fuck? !
My friend is in jail and I can't believe it.
I said don't worry loc I got the money buried stashed,
I tell my friend not to worry, because I have money stashed away to buy weed.
And i'm, always in a hurry he can be here fast,
I'm always in a rush and can quickly get some weed for my friend.
In a flash like jack I jump from the bud hut,
I quickly leave the weed store and head to Johnny Richter's bus.
To richter's bus with the engine stuffed,
I get on Johnny Richter's bus, which is packed with people and weed smoke.
This bud's the bomb knock you dead out your socks,
The weed is really good and will get you really high.
Put your shwag back in the bag and pretend that we forgot,
Bad quality weed should be left in the bag and we should forget about it.
From the mossy grounds to the hydroponic dock,
We get our weed from outdoor and indoor sources.
Seasons don't matter cuz our bud come in flocks,
The time of year doesn't matter because we always have a lot of weed.
Load up the zong I'm about to pack a few rounds,
We load up a large bong and I'm about to take a few hits.
I looked at d-loc and I gave him a pound,
I give a fist bump to my friend D-Loc.
You got no time for stress and no chronic in the pipe,
We don't have time to be stressed and there's no weed left in the pipe.
Classic hits glass, ? ? tight,
We smoke from a glass pipe that is well-made and airtight.
You like, I like, inspected it right,
We both like the weed we are smoking and we make sure it's good quality.
Took some hits then passed, d-loc fell on his ass,
We take some hits of the weed and my friend D-Loc falls down because it's strong.
Permission don't stop when we're searching for the green,
We don't stop until we find good quality weed.
Because the green is the cream and the cream make ya gleam,
Good weed is valuable and makes us feel good.
You all up in our scene tryin' to pack us your shwag,
People try to sell us bad weed and we don't want it.
While smokin' on the chronic that you wished you had,
We smoke really good weed that other people wish they had.
I pass to x dad in the marijuana lab,
I pass the weed to someone in a lab where they study marijuana.
And pounds and pounds we smoke,
We smoke a lot of weed.
Drop a bomb on the planet and watch it explode,
We smoke weed and feel the effects throughout the entire planet.
We do what we do,
We smoke weed and enjoy life.
Plant our seeds in the ground,
We grow our own weed.
Saturate the sound while the world goes around,
We smoke weed and enjoy life while the world keeps turning.
Round and round it goes,
Life is a cycle and it keeps going.
And pounds and pounds we smoke,
We smoke a lot of weed.
Drop a bomb on the planet and watch it explode,
We smoke weed and feel the effects throughout the entire planet.
Contributed by Kylie B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.