Blowin Kush feat. Chris V the G Yung Mung by The Joint Committee Lyrics
--Hold on, I forgot... What are we doing?--
[Chorus: Chris V the G & Yung Mung]
Blowing kush
And my mind gone
I'm blowing kush
And I'm in another time zone (x2)
[Verse 1: Chris V the G]
Sneakin' and geekin'
Honestly I have been geekin' all weekend
I get to my peak and
I want to dive into your bitch like the deep end
I'm creepin' in Lincolns
I choose 'em cause they're the best car you can sneak in
We eatin', we eatin'
Hittin' up Chops with the neighborhood deacon
Run up on me, have ya mans playing dead
Don't learn ya lesson, I'll chop off your head
Getting road head on my brand new segway, actually I prefer Lambo's instead
Actually I prefer yo ho in bed
She say we just friends, oh is that what she said?
Give her good D like the Steel Curtain
She slurpin' and twerkin' all on my serpent
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yung Mung]
I write and I write and I get on the mic
Synthesize white, that batch is right (x3)
Match me on a blunt, I'll pull up out front
Hit me with the deal, I'll pull up out front
Don't get hit with the pump, hit hit hit hit hit hit with the pump
Pull up [?] economies
To see where I'm at, no astronomy
I'll take you on a ride, just follow me
Through the, through the, through the real ATL
Bag it up before, that's the way we sell
Chemicals we combine, NFL
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Yung Mung]
Deep in the jungle, surrounded by the concrete but I stay humble
Countdown on 3, 1 for the Impalas, if you got 'em then I cop 'em
Can't stop it, I'm a prophet, won't stop until I got 'em
Mixtape droppin' be patient, trappin' like a Haitian
Stacks I make them, take them
Bricks I shake them, profits straight then
I got weight then, yeah I got weight then
I got weight then, but red light
Look no cop, no jacker in sight
I got cubes like Ice, test tubes like mice
I'll shoot you up with it, for the right price
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Chris V the G & Yung Mung]
Blowing kush
And my mind gone
I'm blowing kush
And I'm in another time zone (x2)
[Verse 1: Chris V the G]
Sneakin' and geekin'
Honestly I have been geekin' all weekend
I get to my peak and
I want to dive into your bitch like the deep end
I'm creepin' in Lincolns
I choose 'em cause they're the best car you can sneak in
We eatin', we eatin'
Hittin' up Chops with the neighborhood deacon
Run up on me, have ya mans playing dead
Don't learn ya lesson, I'll chop off your head
Getting road head on my brand new segway, actually I prefer Lambo's instead
Actually I prefer yo ho in bed
She say we just friends, oh is that what she said?
Give her good D like the Steel Curtain
She slurpin' and twerkin' all on my serpent
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Yung Mung]
I write and I write and I get on the mic
Synthesize white, that batch is right (x3)
Match me on a blunt, I'll pull up out front
Hit me with the deal, I'll pull up out front
Don't get hit with the pump, hit hit hit hit hit hit with the pump
Pull up [?] economies
To see where I'm at, no astronomy
I'll take you on a ride, just follow me
Through the, through the, through the real ATL
Bag it up before, that's the way we sell
Chemicals we combine, NFL
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Yung Mung]
Deep in the jungle, surrounded by the concrete but I stay humble
Countdown on 3, 1 for the Impalas, if you got 'em then I cop 'em
Can't stop it, I'm a prophet, won't stop until I got 'em
Mixtape droppin' be patient, trappin' like a Haitian
Stacks I make them, take them
Bricks I shake them, profits straight then
I got weight then, yeah I got weight then
I got weight then, but red light
Look no cop, no jacker in sight
I got cubes like Ice, test tubes like mice
I'll shoot you up with it, for the right price
[Chorus]