Roll up, wait a minute | Let me put some kush up in it | Roll up, wait a minute
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Roll up, wait a minute | Let me put some kush up in it | Roll up, wait a minute
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Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Now it's that puff, puff, pass shit, Cheech and Chong grass shit Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress Speed boat 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 smokin' out, party all night, oh yeah, it's goin' down Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff Oh yeah, we smokin' 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 tryin' to get high Type of shit'll have ya leaning sideways Take a whiff of this Suicide Holla 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 the bomb, bomb, biggy Holla at my niggi right here in L.A. Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale 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 Still I am Tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am Backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack Next to where the Swishers at, smokin' Presidential Got some Bubba, I give ya that, need it for my cataracts Four ho's and I'm the pimp my Cadillac You can tell 'em Cali back, matter fact, they gon' know This aint dro, get a whiff of that No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gottta ask, dawg What he smokin' 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 yo' nigga, homie You can put it in a Zag or a Blunt and get blunted Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale I know you tryin' to get high Type of shit'll have ya leaning sideways Take a whiff of this Suicide Holla 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 the bomb, bomb, biggy Holla at my niggi right here in L.A. Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale Ain't that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make yo' ass choke Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back 'Cause what you got in yo' sack, boy, it ain't that Ain't that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make yo' ass choke Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale
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