E.S.G. - Purped Out lyrics

[Hook] Let's get purped out, tonight I got drank, and kush Let's get purped out, tonight I got drank, and kush We gon get purped out, all night [E.S.G.] Yeah gangsta, throw your Gucci loc's on My partna Country told me, I need to do a smoke song Bout super kush ma** kush, red and the purple yep I don't care Way pa** that red hair, couldn't afford that on welfare But I done came up from back in the days, smoking pimps call it haze Harlem back to Houston, back to Rustin yep we get paid Louisiana know what it is, B-O-G where I use to live Do what you do it's all on you, some pop pills they call it jig Slide through the city in some'ing long, black on black and I'm sitting on chrome Windows smoke and I'm sitting at home, f** a 'gar pull out the bong Cali bomb n***a one, riding two deep with three or four guns Exotic trees that's all with me, the way we smoke we need three or four lungs Pa** it here pa** it back, half-a-mill checks we cashing that Half a pound's in my backpack, flip my stacks like acrobat Trunk gon pump the Screw tape tap, tap-tap just like that Purp-purple in my cup, purp-purple in my sack g'eah [Hook] [E.S.G.] Sipping red low's or maybe dush, some of my sweets be f**ed up All them hoes gon get smoked, so swisha smoke get s**ed up I'm riding two lanes, now watch me work the wheel At the All-Star game, looking like I'm worth a mill Swear I got em all feeling, the way we sipping down here The way I got a record deal, the way we tipping down here You know I keep it gutter, peanut bu*ter caravan Doja's on big chrome, look like I'm riding on ceiling fans Can't explain this feeling man, you wouldn't understand me bro Refuse to go out like that boy, named D'Angelo Until then pimping pens, staying in the top ten In the 2007 big body S-Cla** Benz, I'm purped out [Hook] [Dujan] Tell me, tell me do you still care If we put it in the air, (if we put it in the air) Tell me, tell me do you know If it's cool to blow this dro, (if it's cool to blow this dro) [E.S.G.] Excuse me miss, what's your name I'd like to introduce you, to this Mary Jane And maybe later on, we could hop in the Range I smoked two, and forgot her name Ain't talking bout half a zip, cause we known for copping pounds Ain't talking bout Reggie Miller, ain't talking bout that Bobby Brown Now this exotic we got it, you can't stop it Whole room smelling stanky, and it's still in my pocket purped out [Hook] (*talking*) Man it's going down in here, know I'm saying Remind me, of we was at Screw's house Tell em mayn, (your boy Dujan) hold up homeboy It's going down man, know I'm tal'n bout know I'm saying This one here, this not for the kids right here know I'm saying This for all my exotic smokers out there, you know what I'm saying I done met a couple cats out there, on the road Tried to hand me some oregano, you know (I got drank and kush) Hold up man that boy, that boy-that boy blowing back there man That boy blowing, but you know what When I turn down that oregano, you know I'm saying I ain't being disrespectful man, boys need to step they game up man So you boys out there step ya game up man, know I'm saying We on another level now