Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Kush Ups , by - Snoop Dogg. Release date: 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! |