Kush - Main

Hold up, wait a minute (uh-huh, I see)
 Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)
 Hold up, wait a minute (I see)
 Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)
 Hold up, wait a minute (I see)
 Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)
 Hold up, wait a minute (yeah)
 Let me put some kush up in it (yeah, yeah)
 Now, this that "puff, puff, pass" shit, Cheech and Chong glass shit
 Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
 Speedboat traffic, bitches automatic
 Cross that line, fuck around and get your ass kicked
 We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses
 Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit
 Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch
 Andre, 3001, another classic (one, one, one)
 Go ahead, ask 'em, bitches 'bout how I be smoking out
 (Party all night) oh, yeah, it's goin' down
 Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff
 Oh yeah, we smokin' all night
 Yeah, puff-puff pass that shit right here
 Nigga, better than my last batch
 Caramel complexion and her ass fat
 Inhale, exhale
 Inhale, exhale, whoa (let's go)
 I know you tryna get high
 Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (whoa, oh)
 Take a whiff of this, suicide
 Holla at me, 'cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)
 No need to fly to Jamaica
 For the ganja, we can get the same thing
 You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
 Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
 Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)
 Inhale (L.A.), 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
 Hmm! Still, I am
 Tighter than the pants on will.i.am
 Black throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack
 Next to where the Swishers at, smoking presidential
 Got some bubba, I'll give you that, need it for my cataracts
 Four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac (where my money, bitch?)
 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?" Shit, kush 'til my mind gone
 What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown
 High as a motherfucker, yeah, ain't no questions 'bout it
 Niggas say, "Smoke me out," yeah, I really doubt it
 I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
 So if you want it, you know your nigga, homie
 You can put it in a Zag or a blunt and get blunted
 Inhale, exhale
 Inhale, exhale, whoa (yessir)
 I know you tryna get high
 Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (whoa, oh)
 Take a whiff of this, suicide
 Holla at me, 'cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)
 No need to fly to Jamaica
 For the ganja, we can get the same thing
 You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
 Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
 Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)
 Inhale (L.A.), exhale
 Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
 Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
 Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back
 'Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that
 Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
 Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
 Inhale, exhale
 Inhale, exhale