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Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
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Snoop Dogg
Snoop Dogg
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Broadus
Broadus
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Thomaz
Thomaz
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Conteh
Conteh
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Byers
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Sylvers III
Sylvers III
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Luke
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My weed man got the hook up Rollin' 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 doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) Tae Bo, five, four, three, two, one Workin' out, chiefin' up, creepin' up, keepin' 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, layin' low like 10 to 4, on the floor My weed man got the hook up Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!) Don't even trip Ain't really gotta use a scale, I could eyeball a zip So much weight you thinkin', "Why this ain't for sale?" Weed in my lungs, weed in my nails She conin' joints, I'm rollin' weed up myself Don't ever get my weed from off the shelf or my clothes I heard Polio 'bout to drop some shit, order those Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low Not too many when I roll, more arms than [?] though Boys hatin', I'm just countin' up the money I just made And what I'm makin' make a nigga make a million dollars later Smokin' [?], gettin' high pays I like my eyes glazed Ain't empty out my ashtray in days At my house playin' pool in some HUF socks and Joyrich sweats I roll a joint, you roll another one next Can't even name a nigga 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 Rollin' up another pound e'rry time you look up Big-ass joints, them ones that leave you shook up So much weight that now I'm doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' kush ups Kush ups, 'bout to roll a whole book up Lookin' for me, I was at the crib doin' (Don't stop!)
Writer(s): Leon Sylvers, Harry Casey, Kadjaly Konteh, Calvin Broadus, Luther Roderick Campbell, Joy Byers, Cameron Jibril Thomaz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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