Snoop Blue Kush

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-Street is deep. -What?

Yo, man, get the lighters up right now, man. Come with that loud, man. Hey, Dose.

I hear these niggas sneak dissin' in the streets, bruh.

But what they don't understand is, we ain't got time for you local joker mid-grade smokers.

Only blowing strong, niggas.

No days off.

-Dose. -Techniques, the motherfucking DJ.

-Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. -Techniques.

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Snoop Blue -Kush, Kung Fu purp. -The Street Executives.

We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn. Snoop

Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn.

Fresh out the papers, headed to Jamaica. One night Amsterdam, goddamn, man, you got me high. Smoking Snoop Blue,

Kung Fu.

I'm higher than Paris Hilton nose. Feds taking pictures, smiling pose. I'm Air

Force fly, call me Delta. You ain't gotta talk, fucker, we can smell ya.

Loud's out,

Snoop's in. If you smoking Kung Fu, I need a twin of twins.

Smoking by myself, don't check the blunt, don't need a friend.

-I lost my keys. -Say, where they at?

-Where they at? -Where?

I lost my dog.

-Where? -Where they at?

Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn. Snoop Blue Kush,

Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn.

I get higher than a G4 at its highest altitude. Smoking on this Kung Fu, Snoop

Blue, parachute. Took a trip to Cali and I get 'em loc' from Wu-Tang.

I don't want no good girl, I'm trying to fuck with Betty Boo.

Free ho, two door, coupe full of weed smoke. Racks in my Trues, goddamn, I think I'm Nino.

Throwing salt in the game, that's a foul, free throw.

Got these niggas body sweating, trying to check my lingo. Say she don't get down like that, but running through the ting, though.

Riding through the hood, look, kids screaming, "Bingo.

" Bingo, bingo, go and get your raincoat. Coupe from Germany, my bitch from Spain, though. Dose.

Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue

Kush, Kung Fu purp.

We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn. Snoop Blue Kush,

Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn.

I'm pushing 'round a buck off that Snoop Blue.

-Snoop Blue.

-My boy switches up, smoking 'til my lungs -hurt. -Lungs hurt.

Ain't no limit, nigga, I'm parked up on the curb.

Going blunt for blunt, nigga, 'til my body burns. Eyes red, bitch, think you puffing gold again.

Start the car, now I'm riding high than a bitch.

Hammer on my side, smoking on some old shit. This karate purp, it got me so alert.

But I'm still fucked, whole nigga in my shirt. Leaning on the road, silly nigga smoking dirt.

-Dirt.

-Snoop Blue Kush, I'm soldier like a hearse. It's Mo Pain, nigga, blowing smoke on the verse.

Yeah. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop

Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn.

Snoop Blue Kush, T Roger Red. Heads all over my buzz like a troll head.

You want a feature for the what? I need more bread.

Just tell your bitch to keep on sucking, I need more head. Eyes lower than the engine on a Lambo.

I'm on my Chi-Town shit, I'm for real, Joe. Keep a old strap, but it never jam, though.

Got 'em running in a maze with nowhere to go. Lungs burning bad from that Kung Fu.

Two Glock 40, shorty call me King Wu. Snoop Blue Kush, butter pie rude.

Bullets hitting on -the targets, that's a spiral. -Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue

Kush, Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn. Snoop Blue Kush,

Kung Fu purp. Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp.

Snoop Blue Kush, Kung Fu purp. We smoking 'til our motherfucking lungs burn.

The Street Execs