“Kush” is a laid-back West Coast hip-hop song by Dr. Dre featuring Snoop Dogg and Akon. Released in 2010, the track celebrates marijuana culture and received positive feedback from fans and the hip-hop community. Dr Dre Kush Lyrics are talented written. It remains a standout single despite Dr. Dre’s album “Detox” not being released. Check out the Dr Dre Kush Lyrics and Video here…
Dr Dre Kush Lyrics
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Hold up, wait a minute (uh-huh, I see)Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)Hold up, wait a minute (I see)Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)Hold up, wait a minute (I see)Let me put some kush up in it (breathe with me now)Hold up, wait a minute (yeah)Let me put some kush up in it (yeah, yeah)
Now, this that “puff, puff, pass” shit, Cheech and Chong glass shitBlunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattressSpeedboat traffic, bitches automaticCross that line, fuck around and get your ass kickedWe roll shit that burn slow as fucking molassesProbably won’t pass it, smoke it ’til the last hitDown to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitchAndre, 3001, another classic (one, one, one)
Go ahead, ask ’em, bitches ’bout how I be smoking out(Party all night) oh, yeah, it’s goin’ downOrder rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuffOh yeah, we smokin’ all nightYeah, puff-puff pass that shit right hereNigga, better than my last batchCaramel complexion and her ass fat
Inhale, exhaleInhale, exhale, whoa (let’s go)
I know you tryna get highType of shit that have you leanin’ sideways (whoa, oh)Take a whiff of this, suicideHolla at me, ’cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)No need to fly to JamaicaFor the ganja, we can get the same thingYou want the bomb-bomb-diggy?Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)Inhale (L.A.), exhale
Hold up, wait a minuteLet me put some kush up in itHold up, wait a minuteLet me put some kush up in it
Hmm! Still, I amTighter than the pants on will.i.amBlack throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpackNext to where the Swishers at, smoking presidentialGot some bubba, I’ll give you that, need it for my cataractsFour hoes and I’m the pimp in my Cadillac (where my money, bitch?)You can tell them Cali back; matter-fact, they’ll knowThis 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 smokin’ on?” Shit, kush ’til my mind goneWhat you think I’m on? Eyes low, I’m blownHigh as a motherfucker, yeah, ain’t no questions ’bout itNiggas say, “Smoke me out, ” yeah, I really doubt itI’m Bob Marley reincarnated, so fadedSo if you want it, you know your nigga, homieYou can put it in a Zag or a blunt and get blunted
Inhale, exhaleInhale, exhale, whoa (yessir)
I know you tryna get highType of shit that have you leanin’ sideways (whoa, oh)Take a whiff of this, suicideHolla at me, ’cause I got it all day (yeah, ayy)No need to fly to JamaicaFor the ganja, we can get the same thingYou want the bomb-bomb-diggy?Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)Inhale (L.A.), exhale
Need that kush, we blow on the best smokeInhale slow, no joke, make your ass chokeHold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain’t thatNeed that kush, we blow on the best smokeInhale slow, no joke, make your ass chokeInhale, exhaleInhale, exhale
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