[Snoop L.A. (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)
Yeah uh-huh, you know it is Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and Yeah uh-huh, you know it is Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow
Wiz Khalifa] Yeah uh-huh, you know 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 know Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, and yellow I put it down my whip to my diamonds, I'm in Purp and yellow, and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
[Snoop Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Mamba Snoop Dogg, he's a rhymer Collaborate, with the State In a yellow six-deuce the purple plates I dip and dodge, I hit three and and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol We don't give a damn, the big three L.A. Lake' sho' we 'bout to aAd you can bet, on the set Ron Artest to get wet I'm on the flo', and that's a next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack
Yeah... Vuitton don, uhh Purple twenty-fo's Lambo' I'm ridin Top the guts, doors goin suicidin Stuff in the wood nigga we gon' kill that it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that Purp and yellow, purp and Watch me ball you sittin with Phil at ten car caravan, Astons and all them hood whips Them Cutlasses, them leather be grippin them wood tips I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you know that Pops taught me how to get low when the flow from a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that Nigga better know that, boy they playin Sawed off - what they sayin? 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 playin 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 boy we still spendin 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 baby, yea you know it's purp and yellow Take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein But I'm an though and yo' girl's a pigeon Its over e'rything, girl you know the vision Never been a mark, if ya it we can catch 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 chicks who foreign I took girlfriend from you boy, youse a mark My white do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe already know what it is man If you you should by now