[Webbie Talking over Hook]
(Blowin doe, doe)
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage
(blowin doe, doe), (blowin doe, doe)
(blowin doe, doe)
If it ain't purple we ain't even smokin it
(blowin doe, doe)*Repeat 4x*
(Chorus-Repeat 8x)
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
[Verse 1-Webbie]
It ain't no joke up in here, got so much smoke up in here
That you'll prolly choke up in here, if you ain't on that dope up in here
Mayne I should slow up in here, cause I can't get roped up in here
Got this lil'ho up in here and I ain't had insurance in years
But I'll turn the wheels, the music f** up your ears
Snatch some mo twenty-sixes, give you mo sh** to go whisper
I have 'em big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this sh** by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin, respect that chickens and boppas be on me
And Yeah I'm prolly in the projects with some lil' n***as that's wanted
In the whip with some tint, bad b**h with some sense
I get tired of ridin this, I hit the castle and switch
Yeah my lil' homie done came up on some extravagant sh**
So I roll it up and took me an extravagant hit
Got to laughin' and grinnin', mayne it must be bleezie
Started trippin' and cheesin', I rolled another one, immediate-you know I'm
(Chorus)
[Verse 2-Lil' Phat]
I be creepin' slowly in the Monte Carlo
I ain't goin' inside till tomorrow
I gotta get it, give a f** if it's your car note
Black Jeep behind me that's my n***a Marlo
I pull up at the studio, I'm gettin' blunted
With a flipper, Boosie call her Young Dummy
My girl hit me, Phat bring yo a** home
Not right now cause I'm gettin' my thug on
Eyes low, Yeah I'm smokin' off the pound
Hat back, seats low-me and my round
4-4 in my pack it's kind of heavy
Take it off, put it on my lap-I stay ready
This sh** garbage mayne I'm tired of smokin' this
Hit my n***a B to get some different sh**
Muf**a and don't never think I'm scary
I put hollow tips through yo f**in' belly
They gon' burn ya like a deli, I stay ready
(Chorus)
[Verse 3-Bun B]
Mayne I'm always in the ghetto, in the ghetto you can find me
Cadillac swangin-car k**as right behind me
Rollin down the interstate doin' bout ninety
The car so smoked out this sh** about to blind me
Gotta crack the window and let loose the smog
While I'm bendin' corners in my candy painted hog
The swisher's so packed, this mothaf**a's like a log
I take another hit and then I pa** it to my dog
A doe-doe smokin' gangsta, I stay twistin' that green
A twenty eight gram a day habit, know what I mean
If I don't get my medicine n***a on the cool
I'm bout to start trippin' out-actin a mothaf**in' fool
That's when Dr. Jekyll turned into Hyde on these boys
And pull out the Heckler and start to ride on these boys
Where I'm from we ain't lettin' sh** slide on these boys
But we gon' keep our pistols and our eyes on these boys, That's what's up
(Chorus Till End)