[Snoop L.A. (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)
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[Chorus: Wiz Yeah uh-huh, you what it is I do, I do it big Yeah uh-huh, that's nothin When I pulled off the lot, that's Get rep in my town, you see me me you know e'rything Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, and yellow I put it from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and
Dogg] Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Snoop Dogg, he's a rhymer Collaborate, with the Golden In a yellow six-deuce with the plates I dip and dodge, I hit and roll Fish and chips, pass down to Pau Gasol We give a damn, about 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 that's a Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the sack
Yeah... Louis don, uhh Purple twenty-fo's Lambo' I'm ridin Top blew the guts, doors goin Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' that Blow it in the air boy bet he feel that Purp and yellow, purp and Watch me ball like you sittin Phil at ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them whips Them Cutlasses, them That be grippin them wood tips I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know Pops taught me how to get low when the clap Went a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that Nigga better know that, boy ain't playin Sawed off shotty - they sayin? to a boss, I put two hoes in that LeComp I come through fuckin niggaz off, hop in that and then get lost Boy you playin a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a Ooh cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you what it is on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!
Ridin Rosecrans, Compton, California Turn on the wrong street they might 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 angel though and yo' a pigeon Its over e'rything, girl you know the vision Never been a mark, if ya with it we can a fade Brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else fuckin I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with chicks who foreign I took your from you boy, youse a mark My Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe Y'all know what it is man If you don't you by now