Ace Hood, Akon, Snoop Dogg, Dr. Dre - Kush lyrics

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
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Now this that puff puff pass shit
That Cheech and Chong glass 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 malasis
Probably won't pass it
Smoke it till the last hit
Down to the ashes, Mary J a bad bitch
Andre 3001 another classic
Go ahead ask him bitches
Bout "how I be smokin' out"
Party all night, yea it's goin' down
Order rounds
We smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff
O yea we smokin' all night
Yea 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
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me cuz I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom biggy
Holla at my niggi right here in LA
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 WillIAm
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 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, I'm blown
High as a muthafucka
Ain't no question bout it
Niggas say smoke me out
Yea 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 blunted
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me cuz I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
You want that bom bom biggy
Holla at my niggi right here in LA
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
Cuz 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
Ain't 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)