Kush Lyrics - I Do It For The Sport - Ace Hood

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 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 its goin' down 

Order rounds, we smokin' quarter pounds of that good stuff 

O yea we smokin' all night 

Yea puff puff pass that shit right here 

Nigga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black 

Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, 

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I know you tryna get high 

Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways 

Make her work for this suicide 

Holla at me cuz 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 

Photos 

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 aint Dro 

Get a whiff of that 

No it aint no seeds in my sack 

You aint 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 muthafucka, aint 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 

I know you tryna get high 

Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways 

Make her work for this suicide 

Holla at me cuz 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 

Cuz what you got in yo sack boy, it aint that 

Aint that Kush, we blow on the best smoke 

Inhale slow, no choke 

Make yo ass choke 

(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale) 

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 

Aint 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)