The Game - Kush, Remix lyrics

[Game] 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 though, 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 desert eagles And I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (compton) (inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)