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
[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!
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[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
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[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 It's 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