[DJ Paul]
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Ha-ha! Yeah, yeah yeah, it's goin' down, down
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This for all my niggaz... That be on that purple...
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That pur-pur-pur-purple purple drank yeah... that purple weed
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yeah... Hypnotize Minds... if you got it share that shit...
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It's goin' down
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[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]
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Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
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Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
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Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
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Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)
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[Verse 1 - Project Pat]
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As I, took me a pull, I knew that I wasn't ready
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I was used to smokin' pine, not that California ghetty
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It was purple wit' them white fuzz hairs wrapped 'round it
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I'm known as a fighter but my match, I done found it
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From Cali to the Memphis dime streets, that our town in
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I let some of my niggaz test it out, and they crowned it
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You niggaz try to solve problems by smokin' weed
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But you only gettin' high, and ya problems become big
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But ain't, nothin' but some Nike, Airs comin' to a sleeper
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Ya girl got mad 'cause the Patsta had to leave her
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Looka looka hooker so I let her hit my tree but
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Purple had her mind blowed, fallin' to her knees-a
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[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]
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[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]
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I got that purple, that purple, that purple, yessir
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That juice I'm sippin' is thick and got me itchin' for sure
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That weed I'm twistin' is sticky got my vision blurred
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You know a ounce of that syrup, speech be slurred
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That's my word, I ain't a role model
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Shit if it was up to Sigel, world be drinkin' bottles
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Of that promethazine, out in Philly they call it lean
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Or they call it liq', my niggaz from the Three 6 bought a sack
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We sip that slow 'til we throwed that's my word
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A pint of that purp have you sittin' on the curb
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A mega trip or I'm on that liq' I'm trashin' 'em out
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We sip it 'til we passin' out, mo' syrup than the International House
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[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]
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[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
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Seeds, sticks and stems mixed in wit', the sticky-icky
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Tear up the blunts, make roll-in', good tricky-tricky
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I used to smoke, the weed wit', embalmin' fluid
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Had me high, for some days, you don't wanna do it
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Eyes so red, I'm lookin' like a zombie
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Paranoid, not scared, very hungry
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Masterpiece, Barbeque chips, Skittles bag
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What, I'm munchin' on right after the last drag
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Niggaz'll ride, and get high, wit' they tags out
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Police'll spy, pull 'em over wit' they badge out
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You know that's dumb, you got guns but the bags out
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The windows full of smoke, e'erybody passed out
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[Chorus - DJ Paul & Juicy J x2]
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[music to fade]
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Purple
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| Project Pat |
