Akon - Kush lyrics

[Produced by DJ Khalil; Keyboards by Danny Keyz & DJ Khalil] [Intro: Sly] 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 Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Now, this that puff, puff, pa** sh** Cheech and Chong gla** sh** Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress Speed boat traffic, b**hes automatic Cross that line, f** around and get your a** kicked We roll sh** that burn slow as f**ing mola**es Probably won't pa** it, smoke it 'til the last hit Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad b**h Andre, 3001, another cla**ic Go ahead, ask him, b**hes, 'bout how I be smokin' out Party all night, yeah, it's goin' down, order rounds We smokin' quarter pound of that good stuff Oh yeah, we smokin' all night Yeah, puff puff pa** that sh** right here n***a, better than my last batch Caramel complexion and her a** fat (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale) [Hook: Akon] I know you tryin' to get high Type of sh** that have you 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 that bom bom biggy? Holla at my, n**ie, right here in L.A (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale!) [Bridge: Sky "Pyper" Jordan] Hold up, wait a minute! Let me put some kush up in it! [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] 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 swishas at Smoking presidential; got some bubba, I give me that Need it for my cataracts Four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac You can tell them Cali back, matter fact They'll know this ain't 'dro, get a whiff of that No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gotta ask, dog What he smokin' on? sh**, kush 'til my mind gone What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherf**er, there ain't no question 'bout it n***as say, "Smoke me out," yeah, I really doubt it I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded So if you want it, you know your n***a homie You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale!) [Hook: Akon] I know you tryin' to get high Type of sh** that have you 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 that bom bom biggy? Holla at my, n**ie, right here in L.A (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale!) [Outro: Sly] Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make your a** choke Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back ‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that