Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kush Ups, artist - Snoop Dogg.
Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Song language: English
Kush Ups |
My weed man got the hook up |
Rolling up another pound every time you look up |
Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up |
So much weight that now I’m doing kush ups |
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up |
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups |
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up |
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing |
Don’t stop! |
Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one |
Working out, chiefing up, creeping up, keeping up |
With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals |
In my neighborhood, flavor’s good, roll up, put some papers to it |
Straight into it, gon' make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho |
Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho |
Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob |
Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool |
Cause they know what I got |
I got a bag of the Saturday pot |
And it’ll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night |
What do you like? |
When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life |
Now light… the fatty, jump in my Cadi |
Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that |
Let it flow, set it go, incredible |
That ain’t gold, laying low like 10 to 4, on the floor |
My weed man got the hook up |
Rolling up another pound every time you look up |
Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up |
So much weight that now I’m doing kush ups |
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up |
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups |
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up |
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing |
Don’t stop! |
Don’t even trip |
Ain’t really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip |
So much weight you thinkin', «Why this ain’t for sale?» |
Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails |
She coning joints, I’m rolling weed up myself |
Don’t ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes |
I heard Polillo 'bout to drop some shit, order those |
Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low |
Not too many when I roll, more arms than though |
Boys hating, I’m just counting up the money I just made |
And what I’m making make a nigga make a million dollars later |
Smoking getting high pays |
I like my eyes glazed |
Ain’t empty out my ashtray in days |
At my house playing pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats |
I roll a joint, you roll another one next |
Can’t even name a nigga colder than |
Ain’t pay for game that mean you stole it then |
Know it’s the bomb when you hold it in |
My weed man got the hook up |
Rolling up another pound every time you look up |
Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up |
So much weight that now I’m doin' kush ups |
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up |
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups |
Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up |
Looking for me, I was at the crib doing |
Don’t stop! |