"Kush (Remix)" lyrics

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
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

Now, this that puff, puff, pass shit
Cheech and Chong glass shit
Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
Speedboat 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 'til 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 smoking out
Party all night, yeah, it's going down
Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff
Oh yeah, we smoking all night
Yeah, puff puff pass that shit right here
Nigga, better than my last batch
Caramel complexion and her ass fat
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)

I know you trying to get high
Type of shit that have you leaning sideways
Take a whiff of this suicide
Holler 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 biggy?
Holler at my niggie right here in L.A
(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
Back throw, back still, I have a pound in my backpack
Next to where the swishers at
Smoking 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'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 smoking on? Shit, kush 'til my mind gone
What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown
High as a motherfucker, there 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 your nigga homie
You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted
(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale!)

I know you trying to get high
Type of shit that have you leaning sideways
Take a whiff of this suicide
Holler 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 biggy?
Holler at my, niggie, right here in L.A
(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 coming 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 though, 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 desert eagles
And I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (Compton)

(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)