The Game - Purp & Yellow lyrics

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Intro x2]

Yeah ah ha

You know what it is

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

Yeah ah ha, you know what it is

Everything I do, I do it big

Yeah ah ha, screaming that's nothin

When I pull out the lot, that's stuntin

I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, I'm in

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow

[Snoop Dogg]

Swish! 24, that's black mamba

Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer

Collaborate, with the golden state

In a yellow six deuce with the purple plates

I dip and dodge, I hit 3 and roll

Fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol

We don't give a damn bout the big 3

LA Lake show we bout to 3 peat

And you can bet, that's on the set

Ron Artest about to get wet

I'm on the flo' and that's a fact

Sittin' next to uncle Jack blazin' up the purple sack

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[Game]

Louie Vuitton don

Purple 242s, yellow Lambo I'm ridin'

Top blew the guts doors goin' suicide

Stuff in the wood, n-ggas know we gon kill that

Blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that

Purp and yellow, purp and yellow

Watch me ball like you sittin' with Phil at

Ten car caravan Aston Martin's and all them hood whips

Them Cutlass's them Cadillacs's that leather be grippin' them wood tips

I was born up in the wood, claim Compton bet you aint know that

Pops taught me how to get low in the floor clap

Went from a boy to a king, any block I five five four that

N-gga better know that, boy they playin'

Sawed off shotty

What they sayin'? nothin to a boss

I put two hoes in that LeCar

I come through f-ckin n-ggas off

Hop in that truck and get lost

You playin' wit a king not Gretzky

Even if ya let me, keep yo girl wetter than Game on a jet ski

Oo, cool, who say he smoother than a baby's ass

Pops was a dope boy we still spendin 802s cash

Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is

Blowin on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz

[Chorus - Wiz Khalifa]

[YG]

Ridin' down Rose greens, Compton, California

Turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya

Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know it's purp and yellow

Take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seeing doubles

But I'm an angel though, and your girls a pigeon

It's money over everything, girl you know the vision

Never been a mark if ya with it we can cut ya fade

Brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein

Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else is f-ckin boring

I'm at Roscoes eatin wit some chicks who foreign

I took your girlfriend from you boy you's a mark

My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

[Chorus Repeated]