(feat. Beanie Sigel)



[DJ Paul:]

Ha-ha! Yeah, yeah yeah, it's goin' down, down

This for all my niggaz... That be on that purple...

That pur-pur-pur-purple purple drank yeah... that purple weed

yeah... Hypnotize Minds... if you got it share that shit...

It's goin' down



[Chorus x2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]

Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)

Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)

Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)

Who got that purple pur-purple pur-purple (yessir)



[Verse 1: Project Pat]

As I, took me a pull, I knew that I wasn't ready

I was used to smokin' pine, not that California ghetty

It was purple wit' them white fuzz hairs wrapped 'round it

I'm known as a fighter but my match, I done found it

From Cali to the Memphis dime streets, that our town in

I let some of my niggaz test it out, and they crowned it

You niggaz try to solve problems by smokin' weed

But you only gettin' high, and ya problems become big

But ain't, nothin' but some Nike, Airs comin' to a sleeper

Ya girl got mad 'cause the Patsta had to leave her

Looka looka hooker so I let her hit my tree but

Purple had her mind blowed, fallin' to her knees-a



[Chorus x2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]



[Verse 2 - Beanie Sigel]

I got that purple, that purple, that purple, yessir

That juice I'm sippin' is thick and got me itchin' for sure

That weed I'm twistin' is sticky got my vision blurred

You know a ounce of that syrup, speech be slurred

That's my word, I ain't a role model

Shit if it was up to Sigel, world be drinkin' bottles

Of that promethazine, out in Philly they call it lean

Or they call it liq', my niggaz from the Three 6 bought a sack

We sip that slow 'til we throwed that's my word

A pint of that purp have you sittin' on the curb

A mega trip or I'm on that liq' I'm trashin' 'em out

We sip it 'til we passin' out, mo' syrup than the International House



[Chorus x2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]



[Verse 3: Project Pat]

Seeds, sticks and stems mixed in wit', the sticky-icky

Tear up the blunts, make roll-in', good tricky-tricky

I used to smoke, the weed wit', embalmin' fluid

Had me high, for some days, you don't wanna do it

Eyes so red, I'm lookin' like a zombie

Paranoid, not scared, very hungry

Masterpiece, Barbeque chips, Skittles bag

What, I'm munchin' on right after the last drag

Niggaz'll ride, and get high, wit' they tags out

Police'll spy, pull 'em over wit' they badge out

You know that's dumb, you got guns but the bags out

The windows full of smoke, e'erybody passed out



[Chorus x2: DJ Paul & Juicy J]



[music to fade]