Mount Kushmore (feat. Redman, Method Man & B-Real)

Yo, I got the green, Don Juan

I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom bom

This pimping ain't for free, here's a coupon

My backwood packs, I turn to a futon

I got my eyes on seven figures

And I'ma get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller's

I'm shitting on 'em, I smell like a winner

Go hit the bathroom for like forty, forty five minutes

Redman, and we up in this bitch, huh

I never cruise, I work to be the top gun

And I'm a dog off the collar, the marijuana globetrotters

You got bud, I holler

Aye yo, this one **** that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (Say it again)

Aye yo, this one **** that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (Say it again)

It's the four horsemen, call reinforcements

We ain't looking for endorsements, we absorb your portions

We can roll the indo or sativa if you need to

Got a warehouse proper with the B, she's a heater

Two on the lighter, with the tightest bitches dancin', getting higher

They all fire ladies, never tire

Got her soul inspired, now we flossing out

Sipping on some Hen 2.0, for your cottonmouth

This beat is banging like a Cali block in the 90's

Really fucking grimey, and the po-po's right behind me

Sixteens poppin', smoke blowing out the window

When we roll up in the spot, it's very simple

Uh, yeah, uh uh

That's what you do, uh

Mt. Kushmore in the building

Big Snoop, Method Man, Redman, B-Real

Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog, you know

Cheya!

I ain't here to bring the East back (Nah)

I'm here to relax

And now we're outta rehab, they ask me, "Where the weed at?"

Go get a weed app (Homie)

I got that weed that have your P.O getting P.O.'d

Ask me where to pee at

My G, pack the streets of New York, I give em G-Rap

I'm cool, on the road to riches to get my G-pack (I'll be there)

Killa Bees, mind your beeswax

Past ten o'clock, when you still don't know where your seat at

Ask Big Snoop, it don't take a Crip to see that

B-Real, what you read about Meth Man, believe that!

I'm nice, I gots no chill, go get a ski hat

In fact, put ya twitter on ice, chill with the feedback

From the days of Cheech & Chong, to Willie Nelson

Everywhere that I go, I blow fo-sho, you smellt it

A lot of y'all fucking with me, say I'm on your bucket list

But I ain't the one to be fucking with

See, I'm like a quick game of tic-tac-toe

Take three in a row

I'm back with my ****, earth, wind, no snow

And I got the fire on Mt. Kushmore

So let it rain like the leaves of a cannabis plant

When I say it, I mean it as a matter of fact

Well I oughta, slip mo' dick in your daughter, for starters

Leafs by Snoop, may I take your order?

Aye yo, this one **** that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (Say it again)

Aye yo, this one **** that roll up that smoke

When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke

We high, we high, we high, we high (Say it again)

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs

I keep the hammer on side of me

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs

I keep the hammer on side of me

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs