Lil Boosie - Smoking On Purple lyrics

rate me

(feat. Lil' Webbie)

[Lil' Boosie talking:]

Ease ya mind a lil bit (ease ya mind)

Light up that blunt ( light up that mother fuckin' blunt)

Lift back that sunroof (lift back yo shit nigga)

[Lil' Boosie:]

This that shit that we ride to

This that shit that we vibe to

This that shit that we get high to

That gangsta musik nigga

And you can try but you aint Lil' Boosie nigga noo (noo)

Bad bitches got you feelin' great

Looked at my CEO like CEO let's get this cake, baby

I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I play it mean

All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away

I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback

Everybody wanna take pictures they like, “Damn, you Mr. Cool.”

Smoke comin' out my sun roof a nigga shinin

A nigga love gettin' pussy love rockin diamonds

If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle ya business

And you don't need no nigga, be independant

It's murda murda niggas beefin' niggas slingin' nines

And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind

[Chorus:]

Smokin' on purple ease my mind

This that shit that we get high to... yeah

Its murda murda murda gotta keep ya nine

This that shit that we ride to... yeah

[repeat]

[Lil' Boosie:]

I know the game I know the street

I got the raps you got the beats

And we gon lay it down real sweet

So yall can ride, head bobbin side to side

I don't want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga's vibe

When you down and out, don't nobody trust you

But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you

It's still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look)

they still racist, I can see it on them bitches' faces

that's why I'm smokin' and laughin' I got my grind on

And they don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone

That's why it's murda, murda kill, kill on the corner

These lil' niggas got big pistols ready to put it on ya

So, when you die you might as well be high

Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie?

That's why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday

Two Glocks Cocked So They Don't Bruise Me

[Chorus x2]

[Lil' Webbie:]

Smokin on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga

Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat

Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me

This shit must got something in it, niggas switched some crack with weed

Aint No Crack Up In The Windows I Can Barely Even Breathe

Got me fumblin' and trippin' almost passed the blunt to Cee

Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squintin tryin' to see

And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat

Ridin' dirty bumpin, ridin' dirty know how that shit be

One day your hear and the next day you goin on repeat

With that nine up in my reach right now dyin' ain't for me

Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep

Bust a hooty when you rollin' potent as you s'posed to be

You be rollin' and smokin' 'em back to back consistently

Keep Oodles, Dutches, Phillies, Garcias And Swisher Sweets

Yeah savage really don't care just put that shit in the air

[Chorus x2]