| Roll up, wait a minute
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| Let me put some kush up in it
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| Roll up, wait a minute
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| Let me put some kush up in it
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| Roll up, wait a minute
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| Let me put some kush up in it
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| Roll up, wait a minute
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| Let me put some kush up in it
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| Now what’s that puff puff pass shit
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| That Cheech and Chong grass shit
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| Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
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| Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
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| Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
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| We roll shit that burn slow as fucking malasis
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| Probably won’t pass it, smoke it till the last hit
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| Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
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| Andre 3001 another classic
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| Go ahead ask him bitches, bout «how I be smokin' out»
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| Party all night, yea its goin' down
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| Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff
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| Oh, yeah we smokin' all night
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| Yea puff puff pass that shit right here
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| Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
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| Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,
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| I know you tryna get high
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| Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
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| Take a whiff of this suicide
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| Holla at me cause I got it all day
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| No need to fly to Jamaica
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| For the ganja, we can get the same thing
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| You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
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| Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
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| Hold up, wait a minute
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| Let me put some kush up in it
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| Hold up, wait a minute
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| Let me put some kush up in it
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| Still I am
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| Tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am
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| Back throw, back still, a half pound in my backpack
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| Next to where the swishas at, smokin' presidential
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| Got some bubba, I give me that
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| Need it for my cataracts
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| Four hoes, and I’m the pimp, in my Cadillac
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| You can tell them Cali back
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| Matter fact, they all know, this ain’t Dro
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| Get a whiff of that
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| No it ain’t no seeds in my sack
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| You ain’t never gotta ask dawg
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| What he smokin' on?
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| Shit kush till my mind gone
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| What you think I’m on
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| Eyes low, I’m blown
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| High as a motherfucker, ain’t no question bout it
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| Niggas say smoke me out, yea I really doubt it
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| I’m Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
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| So If you want it
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| You know yo nigga homie,
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| You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted
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| Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
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| I know you tryna get high
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| Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
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| Take a whiff of this suicide
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| Holla at me cause I got it all day
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| No need to fly to Jamaica
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| For the ganja, we can get the same thing
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| You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
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| Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale
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| Ain’t that kush, we blow on the best smoke
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| Inhale slow, no joke
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| Make yo ass choke
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| Hold up wait a minute
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| You can go put it back
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| Cause what you got in yo sack boy, it ain’t that
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| Ain’t that Kush, we blow on the best smoke
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| Inhale slow, no joke
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| Make yo ass choke
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| (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kush , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album I Do It... For the Sport, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп