Artist: Lil' Boosie f/ Webbie Album: Bad Azz Song: Smoking on Purple Typed by: southsidebaulla@yahoo.com [Talking] Ease ya mind alittle bit (ease ya mind) light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin blunt) let back that sun roof (lets get it started) [Verse 1 - Boosie] This that shit that we ride to this that shit that we vibe to this that shit that we get high to that gangsta music nigga and you can try but you ain't Lil' Boosie nigga (noooo - noooo) bad bitches got you feelin great looked at my CEO, like CEO let's get this cake baby I hit the stage, and hoes go crazy - I'm playa made all my hoes got Jordan skills they fade away I hit the mall and ball (shit) throwback after throwback everybody wanna take pictures they like damn you Mr.Kodak (call me Kodak) smoke comin'out my sunroof a nigga shinin nigga love gettin pussy, love rockin diamonds if you got kids in this world nigga handle your business and you don't need no nigga be independant it's murder, murder niggaz beefin - niggaz slangin iron I keep that purple purp to ease my mind tonight [Chorus - Boosie] Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) it's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) it's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) [Verse 2 - Boosie] I know the game, I know the street I got the rap, you got the beats and we gon'lay it down real sweet so ya'll can ride, head bobbin side to side I don't want shit from my fans but this feel the real nigga vibe when you down and out don't nobody trust ya but when you got bread, it seem like everybody love ya it's still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this look) look they still racist, I see it on them bitches faces that's why I'm smokin and laughin I got my grind on they don't feel my struggle they think my mind gone that's why it's murder, murder - kill, kill on the corner these lil'niggaz got big pistols ready to put it on ya so when you die, you might as well be high is it Heaven or Hell?....or is it all lies? that's why I smoke purple on Monday - purple on Tuesday two blocks, cops so they don't blues me (hah) [Chorus - Boosie] Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) it's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) it's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) [Verse 3 - Webbie] Smokin on this doja, I done got a bag for cheap nigga eyes barely open and I'm glued to the backseat Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me this shit must got somethin in it, nigga slipped some crack on me ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe got me fumblin and trippin I almost passed the blunt to C got it cloudy in the Bently nigga squintin tryna see they don't know what time it is, but I know it's time to eat ridin dirty while we ridin dirty you know how that shit be one day you here then the next day you gone on repeat with that nine up in my reach, 'cause right now dyin ain't for me mayne this pine got me sleepy but I'm too high to go to sleep bust it open, when you roll it potent as it 'ppose to be and we rollin I'm smokin them back to back constantly Keep Movin, Dutches, Phillies, Garcils, to Swisher Sweets Young Savage don't really care - ust put that shit up in the air...... [Chorus - Boosie] Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) it's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah) Smokin on purple ease my mind (this that shit that we get high to - yeah) it's murder, murder, murder gotta keep ya nine (this that shit that we ride to - yeah)