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