Purple (feat. Beanie Sigel) - Explicit Album Version

Ha-ha! Yeah, yeah yeah, it's goin' down, down
 This for all my niggaz... That be on that purple...
 That pur-pur-pur-purple purple drank yeah... that purple weed
 Yeah... Hypnotize Minds... if you got it share that shit...
 It's goin' down
 Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
 Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
 Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
 Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
 As I, took me a pull, I knew that I wasn't ready
 I was used to smokin' pine, not that California ghetty
 It was purple wit' them white fuzz hairs wrapped 'round it
 I'm known as a fighter but my match, I done found it
 From Cali to the Memphis dime streets, that our town in
 I let some of my niggaz test it out, and they crowned it
 You niggaz try to solve problems by smokin' weed
 But you only gettin' high, and ya problems become big
 But ain't, nothin' but some Nike, Airs comin' to a sleeper
 Ya girl got mad 'cause the Patsta had to leave her
 Looka looka hooker so I let her hit my tree but
 Purple had her mind blowed, fallin' to her knees-a
 I got that purple, that purple, that purple, yessir
 That juice I'm sippin' is thick and got me itchin' for sure
 That weed I'm twistin' is sticky got my vision blurred
 You know a ounce of that syrup, speech be slurred
 That's my word, I ain't a role model
 Shit if it was up to Sigel, world be drinkin' bottles
 Of that promethazine, out in Philly they call it lean
 Or they call it liq', my niggaz from the Three 6 bought a sack
 We sip that slow 'til we throwed that's my word
 A pint of that purp have you sittin' on the curb
 A mega trip or I'm on that liq' I'm trashin' 'em out
 We sip it 'til we passin' out, mo' syrup than the International House
 Seeds, sticks and stems mixed in wit', the sticky-icky
 Tear up the blunts, make roll-in', good tricky-tricky
 I used to smoke, the weed wit', embalmin' fluid
 Had me high, for some days, you don't wanna do it
 Eyes so red, I'm lookin' like a zombie
 Paranoid, not scared, very hungry
 Masterpiece, Barbeque chips, Skittles bag
 What, I'm munchin' on right after the last drag
 Niggaz'll ride, and get high, wit' they tags out
 Police'll spy, pull 'em over wit' they badge out
 You know that's dumb, you got guns but the bags out
 The windows full of smoke, e'erybody passed out