[Produced by DJ Khalil; Keyboards by Danny Keyz & DJ Khalil]

[Refrain: Kobe & Slim the Mobster]

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)

[Verse 1: Dr. Dre]

Now, this that "puff, puff, pass" shit, Cheech and Chong glass shit

Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress

Speedboat traffic, bitches automatic

Cross that line, fuck around and get your ass kicked

We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses

Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit

Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch

Andre, 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' down

Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff

Oh yeah, we smokin' all night

Yeah, puff puff pass that shit right here

Nigga, better than my last batch

Caramel complexion and her ass fat

[Pre-Chorus: Sly Pyper]

Inhale, exhale

Inhale, exhale, whoa

[Chorus: Akon & Sly Pyper]

I know you tryna get high

Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (Whoa, oh)

Take a whiff of this, suicide

Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day (Yeah, ayy)

No need to fly to Jamaica

For the ganja, we can get the same thing

You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?

Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.

Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)

Inhale (L.A.), exhale, woah

[Refrain: Sly Pyper]

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

Hold up, wait a minute

Let me put some kush up in it

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

Hmm! Still, I am

Tighter than the pants on will.i.am

Black throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack

Next to where the Swishers at, smoking presidential

Got some bubba, I'll give you that, need it for my cataracts

Four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac (Where my money, bitch?)

You can tell them Cali back; matter-fact, they'll know

This 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 gone

What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown

High as a motherfucker, yeah, ain't no questions 'bout it

Niggas say, "Smoke me out," yeah, I really doubt it

I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded

So if you want it, you know your nigga, homie

You can put it in a Zag or a blunt and get blunted

[Pre-Chorus: Sly Pyper]

Inhale, exhale

Inhale, exhale, whoa (Yessir)

[Chorus: Akon & Sly Pyper]

I know you tryna get high

Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (Whoa, oh)

Take a whiff of this, suicide

Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day (Yeah, ayy)

No need to fly to Jamaica

For the ganja, we can get the same thing

You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?

Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.

Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)

Inhale (L.A.), exhale, woah

[Bridge: Blaqthoven & Kobe]

Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke

Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke

Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back

‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that

Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke

Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke

Inhale, exhale

Inhale, exhale, woah

[Outro: Kobe]

Inhale, exhale

Inhale, exhale, whoa