Kush Ups

My weed man got the hook up

Rolling up another pound every time you look up

Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I’m doing kush ups

Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups

Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Don’t stop!

Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one

Working out, chiefing up, creeping up, keeping up

With the Joneses, smoke a zone with my pen pals

In my neighborhood, flavor’s good, roll up, put some papers to it

Straight into it, gon make him do it, that thing can do it fo sho

Get my lift on, while get my spliff on, fo sho

Break bad, stay cool, way cool, roll a doob

Old school, paid my dues, spray these fools, ladies drool

Cause they know what I got

I got a bag of the Saturday pot

And it’ll keep you up from Thursday to Saturday night

What do you like?

When you smoke with the Dogg, you had the time of your life

Now light… the fatty, jump in my Cadi

Pull your seat back, yup, I know you need that

Let it flow, set it go, incredible

That ain’t gold, laying low like 10 to 4, on the floor

My weed man got the hook up

Rolling up another pound every time you look up

Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I’m doing kush ups

Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups

Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Don’t stop!

Don’t even trip

Ain’t really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip

So much weight you thinking, Why this ain’t for sale?

Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails

She coning joints, I’m rolling weed up myself

Don’t ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes

I heard Polillo bout to drop some s**t, order those

Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low

Not too many when I roll, more arms than koala though

Boys hating, I’m just counting up the money I just made

And what I’m making make a ni**a make a million dollars later

Smoking getting high pays

I like my eyes glazed

Ain’t empty out my ashtray in days

At my house playing pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats

I roll a joint, you roll another one next

Can’t even name a ni**a colder than

Ain’t pay for game that mean you stole it then

Know it’s the bomb when you hold it in

My weed man got the hook up

Rolling up another pound every time you look up

Big ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up

So much weight that now I’m doing kush ups

Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing kush ups

Kush ups, bout to roll a whole book up

Looking for me, I was at the crib doing

Don’t stop!