Kush

Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it

Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it

Now it's that puff puff pass shit
Cheech and chong grass shit
Blunts to the head, kush spillin' no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic

Cross that line, fuck around and get yo' ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses
Probably won't pass it, smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch

André 3001, another classic
Go ahead ask 'em bitches 'bout how I be smokin' out
Party all night, yeah it's goin' down
Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff

Oh yeah, we smokin' all night
Yeah puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Take a whiff of this suicide
Holla at me 'cause I got it all day

No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom diggy, holla at my nigga right here with me
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it

Still I am
Tighter than the pants on will.i.am
Backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack
Next to where the swishas at, smokin' presidential
Got some bubba, I give me that

Need it for my cataracts
Four hoes, and I'm the pimp, in my Cadillac
You can tell them Cali back
Matter of fact, they a know, this ain't Dro
Get a whiff of that
No it ain't no seeds in my sack

You ain't never gottta ask dawg
What he smokin' on?
Shit kush till my mind gone
What you think I'm on

Eyes low, mind blown
High as a muthafucka, ain't no question 'bout it
Niggas say smoke me out, yeah I really doubt it
I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded

So if you want it
You know yo' nigga homie
You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get loaded
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Take a whiff of this suicide
Holla at me 'cause I got it all day

No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom diggy, holla at my nigga right here he's with me
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

We get that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo' ass choke
Hold up wait a minute

You can go put it back
'Cause what you got in yo' sack boy, it ain't that
Ain't that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no choke
Make yo' ass choke

(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)
Niggas put my face on the milk carton, take the shit
Off
Cause I've been home with the kids instead of breaking
Shit off
I'm asthmatic, aftermath-matic, Dre want me in the
Booth
The room better be padded cause I'm Loko
Psychotic, six hundred wide body
Lost a couple mill last year, but why cry about it
Westside got a nigga back so I throw my dubs up,
Never leave without my strap, it's like that
Got palm tree's, we comin' through on three's
The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H nigga we got a army
Aftermath general, one love to fifty
Aint seen him in a minute yo, used to be my nigga yo
Money changed niggas, but we the same niggas
Add fuel to the fire, that makes the flame bigger
But sometimes ego's clash with dessert eagles
And I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow
(Compton)
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)