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Akon - Kush Game Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Kobe & Slim the Mobster]
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)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]
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
[Bridge: Sly Pyper]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale, whoa

[Hook: Akon & Sly Pyper]
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

[Bridge: Sly "Pyper" Jordan]
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

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
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
[Bridge: Sly Pyper]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale, whoa (Yessir)

[Hook: Akon & Sly Pyper]
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

[Verse 3: 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, — now where the static — 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 trees, 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 though, 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 desert eagles
And I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (Compton)
[Bridge: Sly Pyper]
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale, whoa (Yessir)

[Hook: Akon & Sly Pyper]
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

[Outro: Blaqthoven & Kobe]
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