Project Pat - Purple lyrics

[DJ Paul] Ha-ha! Yeah, yeah yeah, it's goin' down, down This for all my n***as... 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 sh**... It's goin' down [Hook - DJ Paul & Juicy J] x2 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) [Verse 1 - Project Pat] 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 n***as test it out, and they crowned it You n***as 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 [Hook - DJ Paul & Juicy J] x2 [Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel] 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 sh** 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 n***as 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 pa**in' out, mo' syrup than the International House [Hook - DJ Paul & Juicy J] x2 [Verse 3 - Project Pat] 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 n***as'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 pa**ed out [Hook - DJ Paul & Juicy J] x2 [Music to fade]