SwizZz - Kush lyrics

Hold up and wait a minute let me put sum SwizZz up in it (x3) Hold up and wait a minute cuz I smoke..KUSH Yea I'm no Kush connoisseur but I do get blown What you expect the west coast is my home So I pack super bowls no NFL Light it up, take a toke, hold it in, exhale I rip bongs with my bros smoke spliffs with my n***as Hit the pipe with my girl while im sippin on my liquor That's Jack in my cup I can't afford the Patron f** the expensive sh** im still in my zone (cover 2 buddy) You little lovers man up You can smell whats in my back When I'm poppin the damn trunk If the cops pull me over ima bribe em with the OG (say what?) Kick back and hit a sack with the police Everybody smokes out here dont be senile I got 23 connects on speed dial Just tell your doctor that you have migraines Get a club card and let the ganja sooth the pain Theres a clinic on every corner dont worry about supply Puff it once puff it twice then pa** it off to the right Or pa** it off to the left or keep it all to yourself Your trying to get faded and all I want to do is help So smoke till you choke like you missed a game winner Or toke till your twisted like my middle two fingers West coast baby Im not from L.A, Crenshaw, Compton, or Long Beach are you crazy Born in the valley of the earthquake So I'mma hold it down from packtown to west lake yup! yup! Excuse my voice, but I'm highly in need of water, I just hit the blunt and almost died oh, thank you Father up above for this plant and its label of a drug I can never get enough of weed smoke in my lungs I got kush clouds blurrin' my vision Every sentence that I spew is so damn contridicting I hear the homie in the front seat freakishly trippin' Screamin' out G.S.P has him in an arm bar submission Like (really?) this motherf**er's over reacting Hes hallucinatin' like were chillin' chewin' on acid The bleezy wasn't laced, he only hit it twice When I asked if he was fine he said he was feelin right (I'm straight) 10 minutes later now he's bitin on the laces of his nikes This fool is done for the night (holler) alright I'm runnin' the green mile like Mike Clarke Duncan Minus the Asics and my iPod bumpin' Freein' my mind because my pockets are strugglin' The bills are stackin' up and they dont stop comin' The herb is my gateway dog I gotta do something To ease my mom from people constantly buggin' Preachin 'bout I should've stayed in school Then get mad when I get mad like I'm suppose to play it cool (sh**, b**hes) Lick right between my a** cheeks And then trickle down to where my balls and shaft meet Now open up wide to catch a load of my black meat And swallow it whole and wipe your mouth with my black tea (Mmm good) Those are my instructions for the skeptics 3 z's I got the antidote if your restless And if I dont put you to sleep the kush will So light it up and experience how you should feel Prop 19 failed, f** it I'm still getting higher than my voice is, s** it