Ace Hood - Kush - freestyle 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 this that puff puff pa** sh** That Cheech and Chong gla** sh** Blunts to the head, kush spillin' 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 malasis 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 him b**hes, bout "how I be smokin' out" Party all night, yea its goin' down Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff O 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 cuz I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my n**i right here in LA Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some beats up in it Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some beats 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 swishas at, smokin' 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 a know, this ain't 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? sh** kush till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low, I'm blown High as a muthaf**a, 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 cuz I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my n**i right here in LA 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 Cuz 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) n***as put my face on the milk carton, take the sh** off Cause I've been home with the kids instead of breaking sh** off I'm asthmatic, aftermath-matic, Dre want me in the booth The room better be padded cause I'm Loko Psychotic, six hundred wide body Lost a couple mill last year, but why cry about it Westside got a n***a back so I throw my dubs up Never leave without my strap, it's like that Got palm tree's, we comin' through on three's The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H n***a we got a army Aftermath general, one love to fifty Ain't seen him in a minute yo, used to be my n***a yo Money changed n***as, but we the same n***as Add fuel to the fire, that makes the flame bigger But sometimes ego's clash with dessert eagles And I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (compton) (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)