Purple
Project Pat, Beanie Sigel
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Ha ha! yeah, yeah yeah, it's goin' down, down This for all my niggas that be on that purple That pur-pur-pur-purple purple drank yeah That purple weed Yeah hypnotize Minds if you got It share that shit it's goin' down Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir) Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir) Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir) Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir) As I, took me a pull I knew that I wasn't ready I was used to smokin' pine Not that California ghetty It was purple wit' them white Fuzz hairs wrapped 'round it I'm known as a fighter but my match I done found it From Cali to the Memphis dime streets That our town in I let some of my niggas test it out And they crowned it You niggas try to solve problems By smokin' weed uh But you only gettin' high And ya problems become deeper But ain't, nothin' but some Nike Airs comin' to a sleeper Ya girl got mad cause the Patsta had to leave her Looka looka hooker so I let Her hit my tree but Purple had her mind blowed Fallin' to her knees-a I got that purple, that purple, that purple Yessir that juice I'm sippin' is thick and Got me itchin' for sure That weed I'm twistin' is sticky Got my vision blurred You know a ounce of that syrup Speech be slurred That's my word, I ain't a role model Shit if it was up to Sigel World be drinkin' bottles Of that promethazine Out in Philly they call it lean Or they call it liq' My niggas from the Three 6 bought a sack We sip that slow 'til we Throwed that's my word A pint of that purp have You sittin' on the curb A mega trip or I'm on that Liq' I'm trashin' 'em out We sip it 'til we passin' out Mo' syrup than the International House Seeds, sticks and stems mixed in wit' The sticky-icky Tear up the blunts, make roll-in' Good tricky-tricky I used to smoke, the weed wit' Embalmin' fluid had me high, for some days You don't wanna do it Eyes so red, I'm lookin' like a zombie Paranoid, not scared, very hungry Masterpiece, Barbeque chips, Skittles bag What, I'm munchin' on right After the last drag Niggas'll ride, and get high Wit' they tags out police'll spy Pull 'em over wit' they badge out You know that's dumb You got guns but the bags out The windows full of smoke E'erybody passed out
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Written by: Dwight Grant, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, Paul Beauregard
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