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Ace Hood
Ace Hood
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Ace Hood
Ace Hood
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Roll up (uh-huh), wait a minute (I see) Let me put some kush up in it (I don't think y'all understand what's about to go down right now) Roll up, wait a minute (I see) Let me put some kush up in it Roll up, wait a minute (I see) Let me put some kush up in it (alright) Roll up (uh-huh), wait a minute What up, Dr. Dre? (Let me put some kush up in it) Slap my, you know, uh Well, it's the big dog steppin' in the building Beats from the east, so you better hide the children Mind on a million, flow so brilliant Niggas want war rockin', play the back Tillman Boy, a nigga focused, tippin' on potion Hop in prolongin', other niggas bogus I've been diagnosed with, murder beat coldin' Fuckin' up the game, oh, me need a Trojan Pocket stay bulgin', Ace never foldin' Automatic button make the rooftop open Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious Or this beat atrocious, under hypnosis Gini roll, everything with me, dopeness Find another nigga this fly, I'm hopin' Made it to the Benz, no more of that Ford Focus Went and bought a crib, I'm overlookin' the ocean Then I bought a chain, my neck can barely hold it Oh shit, on smoke, bought the Chevy on some high pitch Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale (say what, say what), oh I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leanin' sideways (oh) Take a whiff of this, suicide (Akon) Holla at me 'cause I got it all day (okay), yeah No need to fly to Jamaica For the ganja, we can get the same thing (say what) You want that bomb-bomb-diggy? Holla at my niggy right here in LA Inhale (LA), exhale (LA) (say what?) Inhale (LA) (say what?), exhale (okay, let go) Hold up, wait a minute (tell her) Let me put some kush up in it (I say) Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it (say what!) Mm, 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 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 (bitch) You can tell 'em Cali back, matter of fact, they don't 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, dawg 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, ain't no question 'bout it Nigga say smoke me out, yeah, 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 (listen), oh I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have ya leanin' sideways (oh) Take a whiff of this, suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day (yeah) 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 LA Inhale (LA), exhale (LA), inhale, exhale Need 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 'Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no choke, make yo' ass choke (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale) (Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale, oh)
Writer(s): Khalil Abdul-rahman, Marvin Jones, Andre Romell Young, Daniel Tannenbaum, Brian Honeycutt, Stanley Bernard Benton, Aliaume Damala Badara Thiam, Sylvester Jordan Jr., Anthony T. Ransom, Calvin Cordazor Broadus, Anthony La Carl Johnson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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