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[feat. Game, Snoop Dogg & Akon] [Hook:] 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 [Dr Dre:] Now this that puff puff pass shit That Cheech and Chong glass shit Blunts to the head, kush spillin' 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 malasis Probably won't pass it, smoke it till 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, yea it's goin' down Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff O yea we smokin' all night SongtexteYea puff puff pass that shit right here Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, [Akon:] I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me cause 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 niggi 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 [Snoop Dogg:] 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? Shit kush till my mind gone What you think I'm on Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherfucka, ain't no question bout it Niggas say smoke me out, yea 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 [Akon:] I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways Make her work for this suicide Holla at me cause 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 niggi right here in LA Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale We get that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no choke 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 choke Make yo ass choke (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale) [Game:] Niggas put my face on the milk carton, take the shit off Cause I've been home with the kids instead of breaking shit 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 nigga 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 nigga we got a army Aftermath general, one love to fifty Ain't seen him in a minute yo, used to be my nigga yo Money changed niggas, but we the same niggas 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) Aus Songtexte Mania