[Snoop L.A. (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)
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Wiz Khalifa] Yeah uh-huh, you what it is I do, I do it big Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's When I pulled off the lot, stuntin Get rep in my town, when you see me me you e'rything and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow I put it down my whip to my diamonds, I'm in Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and
[Snoop Swish! Twenty-fo', Black Mamba Snoop Dogg, he's a dope Collaborate, with the Golden 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, about the big L.A. Lake' sho' we 'bout to 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... Louis don, uhh Purple yellow 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 gon' feel and yellow, purp 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 born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you know that Pops taught me how to get low the flow clap Went a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that Nigga better know that, boy ain't playin off shotty - what they sayin? Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in that I come through fuckin niggaz off, hop in that truck and get lost Boy you playin a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me Keep yo' girl than Game on a jet-ski Ooh cool cool - say he 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 down Rosecrans, Compton, Turn on the street they might bang on ya Home of the Lakers baby, yea you it's purp and yellow a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein doubles But I'm an angel and yo' girl's a pigeon Its money over e'rything, girl you the vision 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, everything else borin I'm at Roscoe's, with some chicks who foreign I took your girlfriend you boy, youse a mark My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe Y'all know what it is man If you don't you by now