Lyrics of Hydroponic

Kurupt

La-la-la-la how we talkin'?
Cuz i only be with money talking'
Money sure like see you touch the ceiling
Drop my phone off while i'm smokin' kind of millions
Smokin' la-la-la-la-la-la
Smokin', smokin', cush, money so wide i see you touch the ceilin'
Drop my phone off while i'm smokin' for a million

Tell me what you smokin' dog, tell me what you chokin' on
Better be that cush smoke, ooh you gotta push hard
Tell me what you smokin' dog, tell me what you chokin' on
Better be that cush smoke, ooh you gotta push hard

What, what you workin' with
Tell your bitch to get up of a nigga wide
Money flowing like we finely touch the moutaigne tip
Just as high as i get on some nigga shit
Calibratin' my calculations of gasolina
Don't welf in the money you spread around like infosima
Gotta get it go, get it, get it go
When you get it dog get it when they strip the balls

Deep it slow, make'em low gte you money fuck the girls
Make it happen hit this hidrophonic that i got for you

La-la-la-la how we talkin'?
Cuz i only be with money talking'
Money sure like see you touch the ceiling
Drop my phone off while i'm smokin' for a million

It's sciens-fictiune but make it teriffic it's exclusive, hit it
It will make that spread it, nigga wanna came and pay your doctor visit
Get it, welcome to my lab my nurce will bring you a dab
You could look but don't touch, don't grab
For the minimal we make sure you pay tag
We superstition and we're ambition to rock them bitches
It will give you visions of paradise and green of riches
We'll be blazing so openly for fox to see
There's no comparing the fox will see let's blow some trees

La-la let's blow some trees
Smokin', smokin'
Blow some trees
Drop my phone off while i'm smokin' for a million
Cush, cookin', brows send the game to ya'll groopies
Whores, g-s up all night no sleep
Car with them rymes it will went themes
Tattoos on my lams, smoking out with my friends
Og gave me the spins surely pay that's retard
Hold up drinking that jams
Was a k k in a way jam
I run out of paper put it a bomp
Drop a pund for my nigga put it the sand
That high life i live i don't wait til the time right
I roll up and smoke on that cush
Get you high life