(feat. Dujan)



[Hook:]

Let's get purped out, tonight

I got drank, and kush

Let's get purped out, tonight

I got drank, and kush

We gon get purped out, all night



[E.S.G.:]

Yeah gangsta, throw your Gucci loc's on

My partna Country told me, I need to do a smoke song

Bout super kush mass kush, red and the purple yep I don't care

Way pass that red hair, couldn't afford that on welfare

But I done came up from back in the days, smoking pimps call it haze

Harlem back to Houston, back to Rustin yep we get paid

Louisiana know what it is, B-O-G where I use to live

Do what you do it's all on you, some pop pills they call it jig

Slide through the city in some'ing long, black on black and I'm sitting on chrome

Windows smoke and I'm sitting at home, fuck a 'gar pull out the bong

Cali bomb nigga one, riding two deep with three or four guns

Exotic trees that's all with me, the way we smoke we need three or four lungs

Pass it here pass it back, half-a-mill checks we cashing that

Half a pound's in my backpack, flip my stacks like acrobat

Trunk gon pump the Screw tape tap, tap-tap just like that

Purp-purple in my cup, purp-purple in my sack g'eah



[Hook]



[E.S.G.:]

Sipping red low's or maybe dush, some of my sweets be fucked up

All them hoes gon get smoked, so swisha smoke get sucked up

I'm riding two lanes, now watch me work the wheel

At the All-Star game, looking like I'm worth a mill

Swear I got em all feeling, the way we sipping down here

The way I got a record deal, the way we tipping down here

You know I keep it gutter, peanut butter caravan

Doja's on big chrome, look like I'm riding on ceiling fans

Can't explain this feeling man, you wouldn't understand me bro

Refuse to go out like that boy, named D'Angelo

Until then pimping pens, staying in the top ten

In the 2007 big body S-Class Benz, I'm purped out



[Hook]



[Dujan:]

Tell me, tell me do you still care

If we put it in the air, (if we put it in the air)

Tell me, tell me do you know

If it's cool to blow this dro, (if it's cool to blow this dro)



[E.S.G.:]

Excuse me miss, what's your name

I'd like to introduce you, to this Mary Jane

And maybe later on, we could hop in the Range

I smoked two, and forgot her name

Ain't talking bout half a zip, cause we known for copping pounds

Ain't talking bout Reggie Miller, ain't talking bout that Bobby Brown

Now this exotic we got it, you can't stop it

Whole room smelling stanky, and it's still in my pocket purped out



[Hook]



[talking:]

Man it's going down in here, know I'm saying

Remind me, of we was at Screw's house

Tell em mayn, (your boy Dujan) hold up homeboy

It's going down man, know I'm tal'n bout know I'm saying

This one here, this not for the kids right here know I'm saying

This for all my exotic smokers out there, you know what I'm saying

I done met a couple cats out there, on the road

Tried to hand me some oregano, you know (I got drank and kush)

Hold up man that boy, that boy-that boy blowing back there man

That boy blowing, but you know what

When I turn down that oregano, you know I'm saying

I ain't being disrespectful man, boys need to step they game up man

So you boys out there step ya game up man, know I'm saying

We on another level now