Dr. Dre’s Kush – ft. Snoop Dogg & Akon. Awesome tune to start blazing up to…the classic sounds we’ve come to expect from Dre, perfect head buzzing beats with perfectly blended lyrics, the little Bob Marley reincarnation reference from snoop makes me smile as that’s how I feel around non-weed people. Ha! Â I would say if this track was a plant it’d be a good Hybrid ( maybe Sativa dominant? )
Anyway as always, Enjoy!
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 it’s that puff, puff, pass shit, Cheech and Chong grass shit
Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around, and get yo’ 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
Go ahead ask him bitches
‘Bout how I be smokin’ 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
I know you tryin’ to get high
Type of shit’ll have ya leaning sideways
Take a whiff of this Suicide
Holla at me ’cause I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb, bomb, biggy
Holla at my niggi 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
Backthrow, back still, I have a pound in my backpack
Next to where the Swishers at, smokin’ Presidential
Got some Bubba, I give ya that, need it for my cataracts
Four ho’s and I’m the pimp my Cadillac
You can tell ’em Cali back, matter fact, they gon’ know
This aint 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? Shit, kush ’til my mind gone
What you think I’m on? Eyes low, I’m blown
High as a motherfucker, there ain’t no question ’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 yo’ nigga, homie
You can put it in a Zag or a Blunt and get blunted
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
I know you tryin’ to get high
Type of shit’ll have ya leaning sideways
Take a whiff of this Suicide
Holla at me ’cause I got it all day
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb, bomb, biggy
Holla at my niggi right here in L.A.
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
Ain’t that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make yo’ ass 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 joke, make yo’ ass choke
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
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