[Lil' Boosie talking:]
Ease ya mind a lil bit (ease ya mind)
Light up that blunt ( light up that mother f*****' blunt)
Lift back that sunroof (lift back yo s*** n****)
[Lil' Boosie:]
This that s*** that we ride to
This that s*** that we vibe to
This that s*** that we get high to
That gangsta musik n****
And you can try but you aint Lil' Boosie n**** noo (noo)
Bad b****** 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 (s***) throwback after throwback
Everybody wanna take pictures they like, �d***, you Mr. Kodak.�
Smoke comin' out my sun roof a n**** shinin
A n**** love gettin' p**** love rockin diamonds
If you got kids in this world, n****, handle ya business
And you don't need no n****, be independant
It's murda murda n***** beefin' n***** slingin' nines
And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind
[Chorus:]
Smokin' on purple ease my mind
This that s*** that we get high to... yeah
Its murda murda murda gotta keep ya nine
This that s*** 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 s*** from my fans but this: feel a real n****'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 f***** up mayne in certain cases (believe this n****, look)
they still racist, I can see it on them b******' 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' n***** 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 c***ed So They Don't Bruise Me
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' Webbie:]
Smokin on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, n****
Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This s*** must got something in it, n***** 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 n***** squintin tryin' to see
And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat
Ridin' dirty b**pin, ridin' dirty know how that s*** 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 s*** in the air
[Chorus x2]
Ease ya mind a lil bit (ease ya mind)
Light up that blunt ( light up that mother f*****' blunt)
Lift back that sunroof (lift back yo s*** n****)
[Lil' Boosie:]
This that s*** that we ride to
This that s*** that we vibe to
This that s*** that we get high to
That gangsta musik n****
And you can try but you aint Lil' Boosie n**** noo (noo)
Bad b****** 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 (s***) throwback after throwback
Everybody wanna take pictures they like, �d***, you Mr. Kodak.�
Smoke comin' out my sun roof a n**** shinin
A n**** love gettin' p**** love rockin diamonds
If you got kids in this world, n****, handle ya business
And you don't need no n****, be independant
It's murda murda n***** beefin' n***** slingin' nines
And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind
[Chorus:]
Smokin' on purple ease my mind
This that s*** that we get high to... yeah
Its murda murda murda gotta keep ya nine
This that s*** 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 s*** from my fans but this: feel a real n****'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 f***** up mayne in certain cases (believe this n****, look)
they still racist, I can see it on them b******' 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' n***** 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 c***ed So They Don't Bruise Me
[Chorus x2]
[Lil' Webbie:]
Smokin on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, n****
Eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This s*** must got something in it, n***** 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 n***** squintin tryin' to see
And they don't know what time it is but I know it's time to eat
Ridin' dirty b**pin, ridin' dirty know how that s*** 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 s*** in the air
[Chorus x2]