The Joint Committee - Blowin' Kush (feat. Chris V the G & Yung Mung) 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 b**h 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 t**n' 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]