[Webbie Talking over Chorus]
(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) [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'hoe 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 s*** to go whisper
I have 'em big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this s*** 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****s that's wanted
In the whip with some tint, bad b**** 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 s***
So I roll it up and took me an extravagant hit
Got to laughin and grinnin, mayne it must be pleasin
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**** Marlo
I pull up at the studio, I'm gettin blunted
With a stripper, 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 s*** got me mayne I'm tired of smokin this
Hit my n**** B to get some different s***
Mothaf***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 killas right behind me
Rollin down the interstate doin bout ninety
The car so smoked out this s*** about to blind me
Gotta crack the window and let loose the smog
While I'm bendin corners in my candy painted hog
This sweet is so impact, this mothaf***as like a log
I take another hit and then I pass it to my dogg
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 medicine n**** on the cool
I'm bout to start trippin out-actin a mothaf***in fool
That's when Dr.Jekyll turn into Hyde on these boys
And pull out the hecklar and start to ride on these boys
Where I'm from we ain't lettin s*** slide on these boys
But we gon'keep our pistols and our eyes on these boys, That's Whassup
[Chorus Till End]
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