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

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

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 yo' 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

Go ahead, ask him, bitches, 'bout how I be smoking out

Party all night, yeah, it's going down

Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff

Oh yeah, we smoking 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)

I know you trying to get high

Type of shit that have you leaning sideways

Take a whiff of this suicide

Holler at me, 'cause I got it all day

No need to fly to Jamaica

For the ganja, we can get the same thing

You want that bom bom biggy?

Holler at my niggie right here in L.A

(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!

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 swishers at

Smoking 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'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 smoking on? Shit, kush 'til my mind gone

What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown

High as a motherfucker, there ain't no question '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!)

I know you trying to get high

Type of shit that have you leaning sideways

Take a whiff of this suicide

Holler at me, 'cause I got it all day

No need to fly to Jamaica

For the ganja, we can get the same thing

You want that bom bom biggy?

Holler at my, niggie, right here in L.A

(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 coming 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)

(Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale)