(feat. Snoop Dogg, Game, YG)





[Snoop Dogg]

L.A. Leakers (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)



Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is

Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow

Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is

Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow



[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is

E'rything I do, I do it big

Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin

When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin

Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything

Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow

I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in

Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow



[Snoop Dogg]

Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Mamba

Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer

Collaborate, with the Golden State

In a yellow six-deuce with the purple plates

I dip and dodge, I hit three and roll

Fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol

We don't give a damn, about the big three

L.A. Lake' sho' we 'bout to three-peat

aAd you can bet, that's on the set

Ron Artest about to get wet

I'm on the flo', and that's a fact

Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack



[Chorus]



[Game]

Yeah... Louis Vuitton don, uhh

Purple twenty-fo's yellow Lambo' I'm ridin

Top blew the guts, doors goin suicidin

Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' kill that

Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that

Purp and yellow, purp and yellow

Watch me ball like you sittin with Phil at

ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them hood whips

Them Cutlasses, them Cadillacs

That leather be grippin them wood tips

I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know that

Pops taught me how to get low when the flow clap

Went from a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that

Nigga better know that, boy they ain't playin

Sawed off shotty - what they sayin?

Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in that LeComp

I come through fuckin niggaz off, hop in that truck and then get lost

Boy you playin with a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me

Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski

Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass

Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties cash

Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is

Blowin on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!



[Chorus]



[YG]

Ridin down Rosecrans, Compton, California

Turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya

Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know it's purp and yellow

Take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein doubles

But I'm an angel though and yo' girl's a pigeon

Its money over e'rything, girl you know the vision

Never been a mark, if ya with it we can catch a fade

Brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein

Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else fuckin borin

I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with some chicks who foreign

I took your girlfriend from you boy, youse a mark

My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start



[Interlude]

Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe that

Y'all already know what it is man

If you don't you should by now

Hahahahaha



[Chorus]