دانلود آهنگ Kush
از Dr. Dre

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, *** around and get your ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as *** 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 ***, 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