Dr DreThe Kush

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 and Chong glass shit Blunts to the head, kush feelin' 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 Andre 3001 another classic Go ahead ask 'em, bitches bout "how I be smokin' out" Party all night, oh yea its goin' down Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff Oh 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 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the quarter ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy, Holla at my niggi, Right here in L.A. inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Still I am Tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am Back throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack Next to where the swishas at, smokin' presidential Got some bubba, I gi' you 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'll know, this ain't Dro Get a whiff of that No it ain't no seeds in my sack You ain't never gotta ask dog What he smokin' on? Shit kush till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherfucker, Yeah 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 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the quarter ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy, Holla at my niggi Right here in L.A. 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)
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