Snoop Dogg ft. Redman, Method Man, B‐Real - Mount Kushmore Lyrics

Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out!
La la la la la (fuck that, nigga)
We don't give a fuck
Ayy y'all niggas ain't fucking with us, nigga
La la la la la
Imma get it like this nigga

Yo, I got the green, Don Juan
I'm in the hood, blow the horn, bom-bom
This pimpin' ain't for free, here's a coupon
My backwoods packs I turn to a futon
I got my eyes on seven figures
And Imma get it whether I move crooked like Jack Thriller's
I'm shittin' on em, I smell like a winner
Don't 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 globe trotters
You's got bud, uh-huh

Ayo, this one nigga 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)
Ayo, this one nigga 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
We just got a warehouse poppin' gabeesh, 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 cotton mouth
This beat is banging like a Cali block in the 90s
Really fucking grimey and the po-po's right behind me
16's popping, 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
Mt. Kushmore in the building
Big Snoop, Method Man, Redman, B-Real
Shout out to Wiz Khalifa and Sen Dog, you know! G-yeah!

I ain't here to bring the East back (nah), I'm here to relapse
An hour 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 the riches to get my G back (I'll be that)
Killa Beez mind your beeswax
Past ten o'clock when ya still don't know where your seat at
Ask Big Snoop, it don't take a Crip to see that
Be 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 and Chong, to Willie Nelson
Everywhere that I go, I blow fo sho, you smelled it
A lot of y'all fucking with me, saying 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
Aye lil nigga, go on, hit that door
I'm back with my niggas, 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?

Ayo, this one nigga 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)
Ayo, this one nigga 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