Dr. Dre - Kush lyrics

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 its that puff puff pa** sh** Cheech and Chong gla** sh** Blunts to the head, kush feelin' no mattress Speed boat traffic, b**hes automatic Cross that line, f** around and get yo a** kicked We roll sh** that burn slow as f**ing mola**es Probably won't pa** it, smoke it till the last hit Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad b**h Andre 3001 another cla**ic Go ahead ask 'em, b**hes bout "how I be smokin' out" Party all night, oh yea its goin' down Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff Oh yea we smokin' all night Yea puff puff pa** that sh** right here n***a, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her a** black Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale I know you tryna get high Type of sh** that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the quarter ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy, Holla at my n**i, 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 Back throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack Next to where the swishas at, smokin' presidential Got some bubba, I gi' you 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 till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherf**er, Yeah ain't no question bout it n***as say smoke me out, Yea I really doubt it I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded So If you want it You know yo n***a homie, You can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale I know you tryna get high Type of sh** that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the quarter ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy, Holla at my n**i Right here in L.A. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale We get that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no choke Make yo a** 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 choke Make yo a** choke (inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)