[Snoop L.A. (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)
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[Chorus: Wiz Yeah uh-huh, you know it is I do, I do it big Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's When I pulled off the lot, that's Get rep in my town, when you see me me you e'rything Purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow I put it down from my to my diamonds, I'm in Purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Dogg] Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Snoop Dogg, he's a rhymer Collaborate, with the State In a yellow six-deuce the purple plates I dip and dodge, I hit and roll Fish and chips, bounce pass to Pau Gasol We don't give a damn, the big three L.A. Lake' sho' we to three-peat aAd you can bet, on the set Ron Artest to get wet I'm on the flo', and a fact Sittin to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack
Yeah... Louis don, uhh Purple twenty-fo's yellow I'm ridin Top blew the guts, doors suicidin in the wood nigga know we gon' kill that Blow it in the air boy bet he feel that and yellow, purp and yellow Watch me ball you sittin with Phil at ten car caravan, Astons and all them hood whips Cutlasses, them Cadillacs That leather be grippin them tips I was born up in the wood, Compton, bet you ain't know that Pops taught me how to get low when the clap Went a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that Nigga know that, boy they ain't playin off shotty - what they sayin? Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in LeComp I come through fuckin niggaz off, hop in truck and then get lost Boy you with a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a Ooh cool cool - say he smoother a baby's ass Pops was a dope boy we still eighties cash Look on Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!
Ridin Rosecrans, Compton, California Turn on the wrong street might bang on ya Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know purp and yellow Take a hit of I got, I bet it have you seein doubles But I'm an though and yo' girl's a pigeon Its money over e'rything, girl you know the Never been a mark, if ya with it we can a fade out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein Pusha Ink the label baby, else fuckin borin I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with some chicks who I took girlfriend from you boy, youse a mark My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe already know what it is man If you don't you by now