Kush & Haze - Nipsey Hussle

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

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

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

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

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