Kush Ups (feat. Wiz Khalifa) 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 thinkin', '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 shit, order those Pounds, I got more of those, why my eyes sorta low Not too many when I roll, more arms than [Goro]though Boys hating, I'm just counting up the money I just made And what I'm making make a nigga 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 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 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 doin' 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!