{Hook}
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it
Roll up, wait a minute
Let me put some kush up in it

{Dr Dre}
Now this that puff puff pass sh-t
that Cheech and Chong glass sh-t
blunts to the head, kush spillin’ no mattress
speed boat traffic, b-tches automatic
cross that line, f-ck around and get yo ass kicked
we roll sh-t that burn slow as f-cking malasis
probably won’t pass it, smoke it till the last hit
down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad b-tch
Andre 3001 another classic
go ahead ask him bitches, bout “how I be smokin’ out”
party all night, yea its goin’ down
order rounds, we smokin’ quarter pounds of that good stuff
O yea we smokin’ all night
yea puff puff pass that sh-t right here
n-gga, better than my last batch, caramel complexion and her ass black
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,

{Akon}
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
make her work for this suicide
holla at me cuz I got it all day
no need to fly to Jamaica
quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
you want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

hold up, wait a minute
let me put some beats up in it
hold up, wait a minute
let me put some beats up in it

{Snoop Dogg}
Still I am
tighter than the pants on Will.I.Am
backthrow, 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
you can tell them Cali back
matter fact, they a know, this aint Dro
get a whiff of that
no it aint no seeds in my sack
you aint never gottta ask dawg
what he smokin’ on?
sh-t kush till my mind gone
what you think Im on
eyes low, Im blown
High as a muthaf-cka, aint no question bout it
n-ggas say smoke me out, yea I really doubt it
Im Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded
so If you want it
you know yo n-gga homie,
you can put it in a zag or a blunt and get blunted

inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

{Akon}
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have ya leaning sideways
make her work for this suicide
holla at me cuz I got it all day
no need to fly to Jamaica
quarter ganja, we can get the same thing
you want that bom bom biggy, holla at my niggi right here in LA
inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale

we get 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
cuz what you got in yo sack boy, it aint that
aint that Kush, we blow on the best smoke
inhale slow, no choke
make yo ass choke

That’s right, cash right, shinning like a flashlight
Baby shake your ass right, cause this could be your last night
Set the moves, smoothly groom, ladies feel my methenroom
Party ei, what you say? Ian Carey, my DJ.

So I can make you give it up give it up
Until you say my name
Like a Jersey Jersey shuttin’ down the game

Be my head coach
So you can…you can
And never take me out
Till you can taste the way
Do it again, and again till you say my name
And by the way I’m so glad

I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat

I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat, sweat

Can you, can you get me up like I’m late for my first class
So I can give it to you rough like a first draft
Hold you like a paper plane
You know I got paper babe
Them dollar bills
Girl I’ll make it rain

Holiday Inn
Come and meet me on my eighth floor
Damn it feels good but I feel bad for them next door

I, I I I apologize
Whe when I slip slip slip like two girls into slip n’ slide

I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat

I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat, sweat

Where you goin?
Whatcha say?
I’m why her river flowin’
To another lake
By the ocean by the ocean
On the beach on the beach
Let me dip my feet in
And make you sweat

I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat

I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
I just wanna make you sweat
I wanna make you sweat
Sweat, sweat

[Ludacris]
Ludacris goin in on the verse
cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now
keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn’t make it and the folks locked down
I never went no where
they saying Luda’s back
blame it on that conjure
the hood call it Ludayac
and I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows
my hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go
my verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version
aint never count me out
y’all better count me in
got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in
make millions every year, the souths champion
cause all I do, all I, all I, all I
all I do is…

[Chorus]
[Rick Ross]
Swerving in my Lolo,
head on the swivel
you know serving me’s a no no
clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!
lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com
tell Khaled back it up, my n-ggas call me Loco
thats for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo
ask you what you laughing at
represent that mud life
dirty money b-tch you better get your mud right
we come together holding hands and holla thug life
we are strapped in all black
it’s like thug life
(all we do is win)
you riding the what
we riding the night
you riding with me cause you wasn’t riding right
ROSS…

[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove
water getting boiled, dope getting sold
snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I’ve been running this rap game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of them
bust till I burst on em
floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up
pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh
don’t wanna mess with us
we like the U in the 80’s
back to back set a trap
hit the lick, hit it back
hit the trick, jump the track
b-tch I want my money back
time and time again while I’m sipping on this gin
Al Davis said it best, just win baby win
[Chorus]

[Katy Perry]
I know a place
Where the grass is really greener
Warm, wet and wild
There must be something in the water
Sippin’ gin and juice
Laying underneath the palm trees
The boys
Break their necks
Try’na to creep a little sneak peek
(at us)

You could travel the world
But nothing comes close
to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

California girls
We’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
will melt your popsicle
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

California girls
We’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
West coast represent
Now put your hands up
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

Sex on a beach
We get sand in our stilletos
We freak
In my jeep
Snoop doggy dog on the stereo

You could travel the world
But nothing comes close
to the golden coast
Once you party with us
You’ll be falling in love
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

California girls
We’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
will melt your popsicle
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

California girls
We’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
West coast represent
Now put your hands up
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

[Snoop Dogg]
Tone Tan
Fit and ready
Turn it up cause its gettin’ heavy
Wild wild west coast
These are the girls I love the most
I mean the ones
I mean like shes the one
Kiss her
Touch her
Squeeze her buns

The girls a freak
She drives a jeep
The men on the beach
I’m okay
I wont play
I love the bay
Just like I love LA
Venice beach
and Palm Springs
Summer time is everything

Come on boys
Hanging out
All that a-s
hanging out
Bikinis, tankinis, martinis
No weenies
Just to get
in betweeny
Katy my lady
(yeah)
You looking here baby
(uh huh)
Im all up on you
Cause you representing California
(ohhh yeahh)

[Katy Perry]
California girls
We’re unforgettable
Daisy Dukes
Bikinis on top
Sun-kissed skin
So hot
will melt your popsicle
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

California girls
We’re undeniable
Fine, fresh, fierce
We got it on lock
West coast represent
(West coast, west coast)
Now put your hands up
Oooooh Oh Oooooh

[Snoop Dogg]
(Californiaaa, Californiaaa)
California girls man
I wish they all could be
California girls
(Californiaaa)
I really wish
You all could be
California girls
(Californiaaa, yeah)

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Snoop Dogg:
What you smoking on? Let me get you loose,
Have some Hennessy, mix it with this apple juice
See we can have a ball, that’s where the Heat play,
I know the DJ, and he gone let the beat play
I ain’t forgot about you, you know I care about you,
I been thinkin’ bout you, tryin’ to get this drink up out you
Now if you buy me one, and then you buy me two,
And now we doin’ shots, man I gots to have you

Keri:
Chillin on the dance floor,
He pulled up behind me
Feelin on my body,
Oh I think he like me
He was lookin good but,
He was drinkin Moe
He asked me what I’m drinkin’, you already know it’s

Chorus:
Henny and apple juice (with ad libs)

Keri:
Walkin’ by the bar, I see this other man,
I guess I gotta stop, he tuggin’ on my hand
He was lookin’ good, but he was on that goose,
You can’t get me loose ‘less you got the juice
Everybody look better when you on that juice
If you get me in the zone, I’ll dance with you
When you look like this, them boys they wanna come
You ain’t even gotta ask what’s in my cup
‘Cause I’m on that

Chorus
Henny and apple juice (with ad libs)

Keri:
It must be the strobe light,
Got you lookin so right
Two step if you feel this,
Just don’t let me spill this
Had a couple drinks and I’m not really thinkin’
You can take me home, but then again,
Everybody look better when you on that juice
If you get me in the zone, I’ll dance with you,
When you look like this, them boys they wanna come
You ain’t even gotta ask what’s in my cup
‘Cause I’m on that

Chorus:
Henny and apple juice (with ad libs) [x8]

Stat Quo:
First of all, I’m Stat,
You can find me in the club
Sippin apple juice and yak
These chicks wanna roll wit a mac
Shawty stay clean, show the crease in my slack
Yes I keep myself on that, one sip, ain’t no turnin’ back
All the girls look thicker off that liquor, him just don’t know how to act
Its obvious, I love that
She standin’ still, but it feel like she breakin’ it down, gettin’ loose
I’m tryin’ to get her to the crib so the Stat can come
I wonder if she’s really fine, or is it that drink in my cup?
Never mind I’m still sippin…

Chorus:
Henny and apple juice (with ad libs)

(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I’m from New York
I ain’t that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I’m that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can’t see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)
I’m bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I’m a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I’m a P-I-M-P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I’m a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I’m the one you should call
I’ll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve’em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain’t bout shit
I’m your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I’m shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I’m done I ain’t gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it’s secret, but you ain’t gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I’ll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I’ll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain’t paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK

(Chorus)

Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there’s no b’ness like show b’ness
In the hood they say, there’s no b’ness like hoe b’ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
I ain’t got to slow down for you to catch up, BITCH