The Game - Purp and Yellow lyrics

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The Game - Purp and Yellow lyrics

[Intro] Yeah ah ha You know what it is Purp and yellow, purp and yellow Purp and yellow, purp and yellow [Refrain: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah ah ha, you know what it is Everything I do, I do it big Yeah ah ha, screaming thats nothin' When I pull out the lot, thats stuntin' I rep my town, when you see me me you know everything Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamonds, Im in Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow Purp and yellow, Purp and yellow [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Swish, twenty-four, 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 pa** down to Pau Gasol We don't give a damn about the big three LA Lake show we bout to three-peat And you can bet, that's on the set Ron Artest about to get wet I'm on the flo' and thats a fact Sittin' next to uncle Jack blazin' up the purple sack [Refrain] [Verse 2: The Game] Louboutin don Purple twenty-fours, yellow Lambo I'm ridin' Top blew the guts doors goin' suicide Stuff in the wood, n***as know we gon k** that Blow it in the air boy, know they gon feel that Purp and yellow, purp and yellow Watch me ball like you sittin' where Phil at Ten car caravan Aston Martin's and all them hood whips Them Cutla**'s them Cadillacs's 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 in the floor clap Went from a boy to a king Any block I five five four that n***a better know that Boy they playin' Sawed off shotty What they sayin' Nothin' to a boss I put two holes in that LaCoste I come through f**in' n***as off Hop in that truck and get lost You playin' with a king not Gretzky Even if you let me Keep your girl wetter than Game on a jet ski Ooo cool, who say he smoother than a baby's a** Pops was a dope boy we still spendin' 80′s cash Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is Blowin' on a scarecrow on my way to see the Wiz [Refrain] [Verse 3: YG] Ridin' down Rosecrans, Compton, California Turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know its purp and yellow Take a hit of what I got I bet it have you seein' doubles But I'm an angel though And your girl's a pigeon It's money over everything Girl you know the vision Never been a mark if you with it we can cut your fade Brought out fifty Blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein Pusha Ink the label baby Everything else is f**in' boring I'm at Roscoes eatin with some chick's who foreign I took your girlfriend from your boy, you's a mark My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start

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