[Chorus: Akon, Sly Pyper & Blaqthoven]
I know you tryna get high
Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (Whoa, oh)
Take a whiff of this, suicide
Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day (Yeah, ayy)
No need to fly to Jamaica
For the ganja, we can get the same thing
You want the bomb-bomb-diggy?
Holla at my niggy right here in L.A.
Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.)
Inhale (L.A.), exhale
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back
‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that
Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke
Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke
Inhalе, exhale
Inhale, еxhale

[Verse: The Game & Sly Pyper]
N***as put my face on the milk carton, take the shit off
Cause I’ve been home with the kids instead of breaking shit off
I’m asthmatic, aftermath-matic, Dre want me in the booth
The room better be padded cause I’m Loko
Psychotic, six hundred wide body
Lost a couple mill last year, but why cry about it
Westside got a n***a back so I throw my dubs up
Never leave without my strap, it’s like that
Got palm tree’s, we comin’ through on three’s
The A-F-T-E-R-M-A-T-H n***a we got a army
Aftermath general, one love to 50
Ain't seen him in a minute though, used to be my n***a, yo
Money changed n***as, but we the same n***as
Add fuel to the fire, that makes the flame bigger
But sometimes ego’s clash with desert eagles
But I stayed loyal to the city where the weed grow (Compton)
Inhale, exhale
Inhale, exhale
(Compton)
(Compton)
(Compton)