Dr. Dre Ft. Game, Snoop Dogg & Akon - Kush (Remix) (Lyrics)

Dr. Dre Ft. Game, Snoop Dogg & Akon - Kush (Remix) (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 its that puff puff pass shit
Cheech ching 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 its goin' down
Order rounds, we smokin' a quarter pound of that good stuff
O yea we smokin' all night
Yeah puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
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Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, woah

[Akon]
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 diggy, 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 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 ya 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 aint Dro
Get a whiff of that
No it aint no seeds in my sack
You aint 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, aint 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, woah

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 diggy, 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 joke
Make yo ass choke
Hold up wait a minute
You can go and put it back
Cos what you got in yo sack boy, it ain't that
Ain't that Kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke
Make yo ass choke
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

Niggas put my face on the milk carton
Take the shit up
Cos i've been home with the kids instead of breaking shit up
I'm asthmatic after-mathmatic now where the static
Dre want me in the booth
The room better be padded
Cos i'm loco
Psychotic six hundred wide body
Lost a couple mil last year but why cry about it
West side got a nigga back so I throw my dubs up
Never leave without my straps like that
Got palm trees we coming through on 3's
The AFTER and the TH nigga we got it on me
Aftermath general one love to fifty
I ain't seen him in a minute though
Used to be my nigga yo
Money changed niggas
But we the same nigga
Add fuel to the fire that makes the flame bigger
Well sometimes egos clash with desert eagles
But I stay loyal to the city where the weed grow
Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale (Compton x12)