[Snoop L.A. (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)
Yeah uh-huh, you what it is Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow Yeah uh-huh, you what it is Purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Wiz Khalifa] 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, stuntin Get rep in my town, when you see me me you e'rything Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow I put it down from my to my diamonds, I'm in and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
[Snoop Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Snoop Dogg, a dope rhymer Collaborate, the Golden State In a six-deuce with the purple plates I dip and dodge, I hit and roll Fish and chips, pass down to Pau Gasol We don't give a damn, the big three L.A. Lake' we 'bout to three-peat aAd you can bet, on the set Ron about to get wet I'm on the flo', and a fact Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple
Yeah... Vuitton don, uhh Purple twenty-fo's yellow Lambo' I'm Top blew the guts, doors suicidin Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' that Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' that Purp and yellow, and yellow Watch me like you sittin with Phil at ten car caravan, Martins and all them hood whips Them Cutlasses, them That leather be grippin them wood I was up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know that taught me how to get low when the flow clap Went from a boy to a king, any block I that Nigga know that, boy they ain't playin Sawed off - what they sayin? Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in LeComp I come through fuckin off, hop in that truck and then get lost Boy you with a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me Keep yo' girl wetter Game on a jet-ski Ooh cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass Pops was a dope boy we still eighties cash on that 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 they bang on ya Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know it's and yellow Take a hit of what I got, I bet it you seein doubles But I'm an angel though and yo' a pigeon Its money over e'rything, girl you the vision Never been a mark, if ya it we can catch a fade Brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Ink the label baby, everything else fuckin borin I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with chicks who foreign I took your girlfriend from you boy, youse a My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, that already know what it is man If you you should by now