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Verse 1
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Ha ha! yeah, yeah yeah,
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it's goin' down, down
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This for all my niggas that
be on that purple
That pur- pur- pur- purple purple
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drank yeah
That purple weed
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Yeah hypnotize Minds if you got
It share that shit it's goin' down
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Verse 2
Who got that purple pur- purple
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pur- purple
(yessir)
Who got that purple pur- purple
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pur- purple
(yessir)
Who got that purple pur-
purple pur- purple
(yessir)
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Who got that purple pur-
purple pur- purple
(yessir)
Verse 3
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As I, took me a pull
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I knew that I wasn't ready
I was used to smokin' pine
Not that California ghetty
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It was purple wit' them white
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Fuzz hairs wrapped 'round it
I'm known as a fighter but my match
I done found it
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From Cali to the Mem
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phis dime streets
That our town in
I let some of my niggas test it out
And they crowned it
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You niggas try to solve
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problems
By smokin' weed uh
But you only gettin' high
And ya problems become deeper
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But ain't, nothin' but some Nike
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Airs comin' to a sleeper
Ya girl got mad cause the
Patsta had to leave her
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Looka looka hooker so I let
Her hit my tree but
Purple had her mind blowed
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Fallin' to
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her
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knees- a
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Verse 4
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I got that purple, that purple, that purple
Yessir that juice I'm sippin' is thick and
Got me itchin' for sure
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That weed I'm twistin' is sticky
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Got my vision blurred
You know a ounce of that syrup
Speech be slurred
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That's my word, I ain't a role model
Shit if it was up to Sigel
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World be drinkin' bottles
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Of that pro methazine
Out in Philly they call it lean
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Or they call it liq'
My niggas from the Three
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6 bought a sack
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We sip that slow 'til we
Throwed that's my word
A pint of that purp have
You sittin' on the curb
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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
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Interlude 1
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Verse 5
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Seeds, sticks and stems
The sticky- icky
Tear up the blunts, make roll- in'
Good tricky- tricky
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I used to smoke, the weed wit'
Embalmin' fluid had me high,
for some days
You don't wanna do it
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Eyes so red,
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I'm lookin' like a zombie
Paranoid, not scared, very hungry
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Masterpiece, Barbeque chips,
Skittles bag
What, I'm munchin' on right
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Niggas'll ride, and get high
Wit' they tags out police'll spy
Pull 'em over wit' they badge out
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You know that's dumb
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You got guns but the bags out
The windows full of smoke
Outro 1
E'erybody passed out
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