Smoking On Purple lyrics

(feat. Webbie)

[Lil’ Boosie talking]
Ease ya mind a lil bit (ease ya mind)
Light up that blunt (light up that mother fuckin’ blunt)
Lift back that sunroof (lift back yo shit nigga)

[Lil’ Boosie]
This that shit that we ride to
This that shit that we vibe to
This that shit that we get high to
That gangsta musik nigga
And you can try but you aint Lil’ Boosie nigga noo (noo)
Bad bitches 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 (shit) throwback after throwback
Everybody wanna take pictures they like, “Damn, you Mr. CODACT
Smoke comin’ out my sun roof a nigga shinin
A nigga love gettin’ pussy love rockin diamonds
If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle ya business
And you don’t need no nigga, be independant
It’s murda murda niggas beefin’ niggas slingin’ nines
And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind

[Chorus]
Smokin’ on purple ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to… yeah
Its murda murda murda gotta keep ya nine
This that shit 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 shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga’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 fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look)
they still racist, I can see it on them bitches’ 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’ niggas 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 boxes cotton so they don’t bruise me

[Chorus 2X]

[Lil’ Webbie]
Smokin on that doja I done got a bag for cheap, nigga
Eyes barely open and I’m glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This shit must got something in it, niggas switched some crack with weed
Had to crack open the windows I can barely even breathe
Got me fumblin’ and trippin’ almost passed the blunt to Cee
Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squintin tryin’ to see
And they don’t know what time it is but I know it’s time to eat
Ridin’ dirty bumpin, ridin’ dirty know how that shit 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 movin’ blunts to phillies, zees, and shisha sweets
Yeah savage really don’t care just put that shit in the air

[Chorus 2x]