Smoking On Purple
Boosie & Webbie Lyrics

Ease your mind a little bit (ease your mind)
Take a break and relax a little.

Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin’ blunt)
Roll a joint and smoke it.

Lift back that sunroof (lift back your shit nigga)
Open the sunroof of the car.

This that shit that we high to
This is the kind of music that we get high to.

This that shit that we vibe to
This is the kind of music that we vibe to.

This that shit that we get high to
This is the kind of music that we get high to.

That gangster music nigga
This is gangster music.

And you can try but you ain't Lil’ Boosie nigga no (no)
You can try, but you are not Lil' Boosie.

Bad bitches got you feelin’ great
Having attractive women around makes you feel good.

Looked at my CEO like CEO let’s get this cake, baby
I talked to my CEO about getting money with him.

I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I'm player made
When I perform on stage, women go wild because I am a player.

All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away
All of my women know how to leave a situation gracefully, like Michael Jordan would.

I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback
I went to the mall and bought old school clothes one after the other.

Everybody wanna take pictures they like, “Damn, you Mr. Kodak.”
Everyone wants to take pictures with me, like I am Kodak.

Smoke comin’ out my sun roof a nigga shining
Smoke is coming out of the car's sunroof and I look good.

A nigga love gettin’ pussy love rocking diamonds
I love sex and wearing diamonds.

If you got kids in this world, nigga, handle your business
If you have children, take care of them.

And you don’t need no nigga, be independent
You do not need anyone's help, be independent.

It’s murder murder niggas beefin’ niggas slingin’ nines
People are killing each other and carrying guns.

And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind
I smoke marijuana to relax.

I know the game I know the street
I know how things work in the game and in the streets.

I got the raps you got the beats
I am a rapper and you are a producer.

And we're gonna lay it down real sweet
We will make a great song together.

So you all can ride, head bobbin side to side
So you all can enjoy it while driving and nodding your head.

I don’t want shit from my fans but this: feel a real nigga’s vibe
I do not want anything from my fans except for them to feel my energy.

When you down and out, don’t nobody trust you
When you are in a bad situation, no one trusts you.

But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you
When you have money, it seems like everyone loves you.

It’s still fucked up mayne in certain cases (believe this nigga, look)
Things are still messed up in some cases.

They still racist, I can see it on them bitches’ faces
Some people are still racist, and you can see it in the way they look at you.

That’s why I’m smokin’ and laughin’ I got my grind on
That is why I am smoking and laughing, because I work hard.

And they don’t feel my struggle they think my mind gone
They do not understand my struggles and think I am crazy.

That’s why it’s murder, murder kill, kill on the corner
That is why there is a lot of violence on the streets.

These little niggas got big pistols ready to put it on your
Young men are carrying guns and are ready to use them.

So, when you die you might as well be high
You might as well be high when you die.

Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie?
Is there really a heaven or hell, or is it all fake?

That’s why I smoke purple on Monday, purple on Tuesday
That is why I smoke marijuana on Monday and Tuesday.

Two glocks cocked so they don’t bruise me
I have two guns ready to use so I do not get hurt.

Eyes barely open and I’m glued to the backseat
My eyes are almost closed and I am focused on the back seat of the car.

Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
Boosie smoked some marijuana and then gave it to me.

This shit must got something in it, niggas slipped some crack with weed
This marijuana might contain something else, like crack.

Ain't no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe
There is no crack in the car, but the smoke is making it hard for me to breathe.

Got me fumblin’ and trippin’ almost passed the blunt to Cee
The smoke is making me disoriented, and I almost gave the joint to Cee.

Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin’ to see
The smoke is filling up the Bentley, and people are squinting to see through it.

And they don’t know what time it is but I know it’s time to eat
People do not know what time it is, but I know it is time to make money.

Ridin’ dirty bumping, ridin’ dirty know how that shit be
Driving while carrying drugs, and knowing the risks involved.

One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat
You can be popular one day and forgotten the next.

With that nine up in my reach right now dyin’ ain’t for me
Having a gun makes me feel safe, and I do not want to die.

Mayne this pine got me sleepy but I’m too high to go to sleep
This marijuana makes me tired, but I am too high to fall asleep.

Bust a hooty when you rollin’ potent as you s’posed to be
Take a hit of marijuana when it is strong, as it is supposed to be.

You be rollin’ and smokin’ ‘em back to back consistently
You smoke one joint after the other, consistently.

Keep movin’ dutches to Phillies, garcias, and shisha sweets
Keep changing the type of cigar you use to smoke marijuana.

Young savage don't really care just put that shit in the air
Young people do not care, they just want to smoke marijuana.