Bun B - Doe Doe lyrics

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Bun B - Doe Doe lyrics

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

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