Kush (Remix) feat Dr. Dre, Snopp Dogg & Akon Songtext
von Ace Hood

Roll up (uh-huh), wait a minute (I said)
Let me put some kush up in it
(I don′t think y'all understand what′s about to go down right now)
Roll up, wait a minute (I said)
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute (I said)
Let me put some kush up in it (alright)
Roll up (uh-huh), wait a minute
What up, Dr. Dre? (Let me put some kush up in it)
Slap my, you know, uh

Well, it's the big dog steppin' in the building
Beats from the east, so you better hide the children
Mind on a million, flow so brilliant
Niggas want war rockin′, play the back Tillman
Boy, a nigga focused, tippin′ on potion
Hop in prolongin', other niggas bogus
I′ve been diagnosed with, murder beat coldin'
Fuckin′ up the game, oh, me need a Trojan


Pocket stay bulgin', ace never foldin′
Automatic button make the rooftop open
Super-cali-fragilistic-expialidocious
Or this beat atrocious, under hypnosis
Gini roll, everything with me, dopeness
Find another nigga this fly, I'm hopin'
Made it to the Benz, no more of that Ford Focus
Went and bought a crib, I′m overlookin′ the ocean
Then I bought a chain, my neck can barely hold it
Oh shit, on smoke, bought the Chevy on some high pitch

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale (say what, say what), oh

I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leanin' sideways (oh)
Make her work for this suicide (hey, Connell)
Holla at me ′cause I got it all day (okay), yeah
No need to fly to Jamaica
Quarter ganja, we can get the same thing (say what)
You want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in L.A
Inhale, exhale (say what), inhale (say what), exhale (okay, let go)

Hold up, wait a minute (tell her)
Let me put some beats up in it (I say)
Hold up, wait a minute
Let me put some beats up in it (say what!)


Mm, still I am
Tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am
Back throw, 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 (bitch)
You can tell 'em Cali back, matter of fact, they even 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 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 muthafucka, ain′t no question bout it
Nigga 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 (listen), oh

I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leanin′ sideways (oh)
Make her work for this suicide
Holla at me 'cause I got it all day (yeah)
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 L.A
Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.), inhale, exhale

Ain′t 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)

(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, oh)