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