Kush & Haze

[Hook] I’m slangin’ dope, for the love of the money I’m slangin’ dope, for the love of the money I’m slangin’ dope, for the love of the money I’m slangin’ dope, for the love of the money [Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle] They say, “God bless the child that can hold his own” So, I’m up early in the mornin’ off that gold Patron I’m tryin’ to mold my bro’s, tell ‘em hold they own And I keep a bad bitch, I tell her, “Hold this zone” I hit the lot, drop loot and then I roll it home Hit the rim shop, slap ‘em on and then I roll my chrome Nigga, I’m on my own and I’m on the zone I hit the block, nigga’s lookin’ like they need a loan I say, “Leave me alone”, ‘Cause when I was dead broke I was baggin’ up candle wax sellin’ fake dope Now I handle that, Cadillac pull up at the saddle ranch Kettle One Vodka, Granddaddy in a sandwich bag And those a whole zip nigga And those was ’06 nigga And now it’s ’08, I’m gettin’ more cake I’m Nip Hussle the Great nigga [Hook] I’m on my business, fuck these bitches Pistol on my side, ‘case a nigga start trippin’ I’m hustlin’ all day Now I’m slangin’ dope, gettin’ paid Rollin’ Phillies, getting’ blazed Smokin’ that kush and haze [Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle] Now, I’m talkin’ to them niggas really getting’ it If you ain’t seen a hundred g’s, little nigga, stop listenin’ I do appreciate the purchase but Get on your grind nigga, money is the purpose And bummy ain’t ‘gon work this, deeper than a surface Hood nigga, out in Tokyo eatin’ swordfish Konichiwa ma-ma, lets get it jerkin’ She don’t know what I’m sayin’, but she know what I’m sayin’ Look, I live life like I’m on the run with three strikes ‘Cause if everything is times-two I need three whites Sands beach white, and I’ma kick the punk bitch out the house If I say, “strip” and she think twice But I ain’t trippin’ ‘cause I’m oh so paid I’m just watchin’ the world turn through my Dolce shades I’m high as a kite off that coco-haze ‘Cause that’s the only shit a nigga smoke these days [Hook] [Verse 3: Nipsey Hussle] Look, I’m just a nigga tryin’ to see my cheese With Gucci loafs at the bottom of my PRP’s When I step, them bitches be like, “Who is he?” I be like, “Nip Hussle baby, move with me” Now I could, show you some things that you don’t usually see You could overlook the city from the sunset suite Then we could float off on the Pacific off that Veuve Clicquot Motion sickness from the waves, give her Pepto-P I-S y’all, yes y’all, Nipsey is the best y’all Front of the buildin’, with a house on my neck dog Yes, y’all push block money to the limit I be in them spots ‘til the cops kicked off the hinges Get off my biscuits, all about that quick flip Anything I put in it, I get it back with interest I take care of my business Slauson boy I am this Fly nigga on some neighborhood Crip shit [Hook]