9MM (feat. Akon, Snoop Dogg & Lil Wayne) - David Banner

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 Now it's that puff, puff, pass shit, Cheech and Chong grass shit Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic Cross that line, fuck around, and get yo' 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 Go ahead ask him bitches 'Bout how I be smokin' 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 Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale I know you tryin' to get high Type of shit'll have ya leaning sideways Take a whiff of this Suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the ganja, we can get the same thing You want the bomb, bomb, biggy Holla at my niggi right here in L.A. Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale 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 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 Swishers at, smokin' Presidential Got some Bubba, I give ya that, need it for my cataracts Four ho's and I'm the pimp my Cadillac You can tell 'em Cali back, matter fact, they gon' know This aint dro, get a whiff of that No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gottta ask, dawg 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, there ain't no question '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 yo' nigga, homie You can put it in a Zag or a Blunt and get blunted Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale I know you tryin' to get high Type of shit'll have ya leaning sideways Take a whiff of this Suicide Holla at me 'cause I got it all day No need to fly to Jamaica For the ganja, we can get the same thing You want the bomb, bomb, biggy Holla at my niggi right here in L.A. Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale Ain't that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make yo' ass choke Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back 'Cause what you got in yo' sack, boy, it ain't that Ain't that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make yo' ass choke Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale

Some of 'em lie about the shit they got and what they do on the block Some of 'em lie about the guns they pop But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life So many niggaz wanna play but still got dues to pay Some of 'em gotta beg a bitch to stay But I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's And the G's puttin work in oas At ease with the Doggy and smoke some weed Fuck it, if my nigga detoxing, it's more for me Baby this is presidential really A pocket full of women understanding how I'm living Show them hoes how you winning It's the beginning with the pearls you're given The world soft like linen and sweet like cinnamon But everyday like 50 say, it's +Many Men+ They wanna take me out the spot, they want the pussy and the ends But separate the paper and the Benz and the cribs Then the hoes, then the clothes, I'ma have to let 'em go You know how the Dogg roll don't get it twisted 'Cause he bang out the East just in case you wanna visit A touch of the exquisite, mixed with somethin pimpish And it's comin from the Beach where them niggaz is a beast But I just listen, all that shit is in my past I'm connected to the purse first nigga. the ass last From Long Beach to Venice is the premise Want the green like spinach and I'm strong to the finish See me man, I'm nothin like you I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to I'm leanin in my ride, fo' fifth, cock bangin Me, I'm ridin by ya on the corner, block slangin I'm livin that boss' life (life) The hoes come runnin when they see me comin I'm livin that boss' life (life) You can have anything just don't fuck with my money (my money) This is for the West and the East and the Dirty South Khaki's and them Tim's and them niggaz with the platinum mouths Thinkin that they blessed by the actions that be comin out When you in Magic City you be carrying a lot of clout But trickin ain't the route (route), that's even if you got it There's a method to you holdin it when they can't do without it Just put the key up in it nigga if she 'bout it You can have her and her partner, fuckin with it for a dolla If she a balla, she gon' ride with a shot caller Roll with the Bo$$ Dogg in the back of a blue Impala And if she follow. then she gon' swallow But the game you got to give her, be a different bitch tomorrow But I would never bother breakin out (Tha Doggfather) 'Less I knew that she was 'bout him, havin diamonds on his collar I'm just an author, spreading game to my partners Walkin' on the blue carpet with the Doctor (Doctor)

10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cuz from the East Side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them them a reason Well 'cuz they'll turn it into Crip season The gangsta's back, the bank is fat The gangsta mac in a gangsta 'Lac Hmm, fools be like, "Break off some cheese" Friends and enemies, oh nigga please Fuck You thought who punked you up? Stop, you stuck too much, pop drop, you pluck It's all similar to gettin' laid On your back, on the mothafucka case *** I grind for my shine, 'bout my business Lunatic on dis *** and I get ignorant Go on and proceed to *** with ease Wannabes, they can't believe how I leave Look into the mind of a *** that's crazy 17 years old, still a baby Gangstas real, they pop the pill You *** back, young mothaf***, it's like that 10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cuz from the East Side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them them a reason 'Cuz they'll turn it into Crip season Wake up in the mornin' lookin' funny and *** *** a honey dip 'cuz I got money to get Ain't no books, ain't no help, ain't no road to dis Stay focused, young homie, that's the code to dis Keep a *** in your pocket when you tip through the town 'Cuz there's a million mothaf*** tryna get you down A lotta pain in this game, *** is the thang If your money right, then you might get you a chain But if your money is low, there's only one way to go Jack a rapper at a local rap radio show So mean, so clean, Crip back to tha block Then brag to da homie, show 'em what you got It's a gangsta jack and gangsta plaque And they thought we just gangsta rap Yeah, *** we take your snaps Your shooby dooby, her rubies and your Scooby snacks It's like 10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cuz from the East Side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them *** a reason Well 'cuz they'll turn it into Crip season It's a whole lotta feelin' when you on da East Side On da East Side, we ride And it's a whole lotta dealin' when you on da East Side On da East Side, we ride It's a whole lotta stealin' when you on da East Side On da East Side, we ride And it's a whole lotta *** when ya on da East Side East Side, yeah, we ride 10 lil' Crip Crip runnin' outside All from the turf and they bangin' out rides Far from a scrub 'cuz from the east side Where they don't die, they just multiply So don't give them them a reason To turn it into *** season Don't give them them a reason Well 'cuz they'll turn it into Crip season They say it's crazy out here, it ain't no more fun I can't walk down the street without my ***