| I’m slangin' dope, for the love of the money
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| I’m slangin' dope, for the love of the money
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| I’m slangin' dope, for the love of the money
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| I’m slangin' dope, for the love of the money
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| They say, «God bless the child that can hold his own»
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| So, I’m up early in the mornin' off that gold Patron
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| I’m tryin' to mold my bro’s, tell ‘em hold they own
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| And I keep a bad bitch, I tell her, «Hold this zone»
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| I hit the lot, drop loot and then I roll it home
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| Hit the rim shop, slap ‘em on and then I roll my chrome
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| Nigga, I’m on my own and I’m on the zone
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| I hit the block, nigga’s lookin' like they need a loan
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| I say, «Leave me alone», ‘Cause when I was dead broke
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| I was baggin' up candle wax sellin' fake dope
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| Now I handle that, Cadillac pull up at the saddle ranch
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| Kettle One Vodka, Granddaddy in a sandwich bag
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| And those a whole zip nigga
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| And those was '06 nigga
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| And now it’s '08, I’m gettin' more cake
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| I’m Nip Hussle the Great nigga
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| I’m on my business, fuck these bitches
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| Pistol on my side, ‘case a nigga start trippin'
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| I’m hustlin' all day
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| Now I’m slangin' dope, gettin' paid
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| Rollin' Phillies, getting' blazed
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| Smokin' that kush and haze
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| Now, I’m talkin' to them niggas really getting' it
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| If you ain’t seen a hundred g’s, little nigga, stop listenin'
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| I do appreciate the purchase but
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| Get on your grind nigga, money is the purpose
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| And bummy ain’t ‘gon work this, deeper than a surface
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| Hood nigga, out in Tokyo eatin' swordfish
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| Konichiwa ma-ma, lets get it jerkin'
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| She don’t know what I’m sayin', but she know what I’m sayin'
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| Look, I live life like I’m on the run with three strikes
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| ‘Cause if everything is times-two I need three whites
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| Sands beach white, and I’ma kick the punk bitch out the house
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| If I say, «strip» and she think twice
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| But I ain’t trippin' ‘cause I’m oh so paid
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| I’m just watchin' the world turn through my Dolce shades
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| I’m high as a kite off that coco-haze
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| ‘Cause that’s the only shit a nigga smoke these days
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| Look, I’m just a nigga tryin' to see my cheese
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| With Gucci loafs at the bottom of my PRP’s
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| When I step, them bitches be like, «Who is he?»
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| I be like, «Nip Hussle baby, move with me»
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| Now I could, show you some things that you don’t usually see
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| You could overlook the city from the sunset suite
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| Then we could float off on the Pacific off that Veuve Clicquot
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| Motion sickness from the waves, give her Pepto-P
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| I-S y’all, yes y’all, Nipsey is the best y’all
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| Front of the buildin', with a house on my neck dog
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| Yes, y’all push block money to the limit
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| I be in them spots ‘til the cops kicked off the hinges
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| Get off my biscuits, all about that quick flip
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| Anything I put in it, I get it back with interest
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| I take care of my business
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| Slauson boy I am this
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| Fly nigga on some neighborhood Crip shit |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kush & Haze , by - Nipsey Hussle. Song from the album Bullets Ain't Got No Name Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп