E.S.G., or Cedric Hill as he was born, is a rapper from Houston, Texas (although he was born in Louisiana and moved to Houston later in life) who played a key role in the development of Houston’s ‘Chopped And Screwed’ sound alongside DJ Screw in the mid to late ’90s, beginning with his debut LP “Oceans Of Funk” in 1994. The more popular songs from this album were repackaged with new songs and released as a faux-sophomore effort by Perrion Entertainment in 1995, as the landmark “Sailin’ Da South”. This album contained several radio-friendly, summery tracks, none moreso than Swangin’ & Bangin’, which was also re-worked (or “screwed”) by close friend DJ Screw. Both the original track and its slowed down alter-ego cemented Hill’s place as a mainstay in the burgeoning Houston rap scene and also the wider southern rap movement.
E.S.G. spent several years in jail following an incident in which his partner was shot dead in a home invasion. E.S.G. returned fire and killed the intruder (“Nigga broke in my crib, shot my partner in the head, so I grab my chopper left a bitch nigga dead”). He was subsequently charged with first degree murder and was incarcerated before beating the charge. “Sailin’ Da South” was released and gained him notoriety while he was on lock.
He was then released and increased his workrate, releasing Return Of The Living Dead shortly after in 1998. He is an original member of Screwed Up Click, the group formed by the late DJ Screw.
E.S.G. is known for having ongoing beef with other Houston rappers, namely Slim Thug, whom Hill claims cut him out of a potential deal, and also Lil’ Flip, for reasons less publicly documented (“Had Flip under my wing, Slim Thug too, and both them niggaz switch like some homosexuals do”).
E.S.G. is married and has a son and a daughter. His father died from complications related to Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome / Human Immunodeficiency Virus during E’s childhood in Bogalusa, Louisiana (“Then my daddy died, he had full blown AIDS, he was tootin’ up, then that nigga started shootin’ up”). This left E with his uncle as his primary male role model during his youth (“Uncle started recruitin’ us, he was hustlin’ crack, it’s safe to say I was born in the trap”).
In the early ’90s, he moved from Bogalusa to nearby Lafayette, Louisiana, while attending USL (University of Southern Louisiana), before again moving to Houston, Texas, where he made his name as a rapper (“Sold my first thirty Gs, game’s gettin’ deeper, moved to H-Town ‘cause the bricks were cheaper”).
Purped Out
E.S.G. Lyrics
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Let's get purped out, tonight
I got drank, and kush
Let's get purped out, tonight
I got drank, and kush
We gon get purped out, all night
[E.S.G.:]
My partna Country told me, I need to do a smoke song
Bout super kush mass kush, red and the purple yep I don't care
Way pass that red hair, couldn't afford that on welfare
But I done came up from back in the days, smoking pimps call it haze
Harlem back to Houston, back to Rustin yep we get paid
Louisiana know what it is, B-O-G where I use to live
Do what you do it's all on you, some pop pills they call it jig
Slide through the city in some'ing long, black on black and I'm sitting on chrome
Windows smoke and I'm sitting at home, fuck a 'gar pull out the bong
Cali bomb nigga one, riding two deep with three or four guns
Exotic trees that's all with me, the way we smoke we need three or four lungs
Pass it here pass it back, half-a-mill checks we cashing that
Half a pound's in my backpack, flip my stacks like acrobat
Trunk gon pump the Screw tape tap, tap-tap just like that
Purp-purple in my cup, purp-purple in my sack g'eah
[Hook]
[E.S.G.:]
Sipping red low's or maybe dush, some of my sweets be fucked up
All them hoes gon get smoked, so swisha smoke get sucked up
I'm riding two lanes, now watch me work the wheel
At the All-Star game, looking like I'm worth a mill
Swear I got em all feeling, the way we sipping down here
The way I got a record deal, the way we tipping down here
You know I keep it gutter, peanut butter caravan
Doja's on big chrome, look like I'm riding on ceiling fans
Can't explain this feeling man, you wouldn't understand me bro
Refuse to go out like that boy, named D'Angelo
Until then pimping pens, staying in the top ten
In the 2007 big body S-Class Benz, I'm purped out
[Hook]
[Dujan:]
Tell me, tell me do you still care
If we put it in the air, (if we put it in the air)
Tell me, tell me do you know
If it's cool to blow this dro, (if it's cool to blow this dro)
[E.S.G.:]
Excuse me miss, what's your name
I'd like to introduce you, to this Mary Jane
And maybe later on, we could hop in the Range
I smoked two, and forgot her name
Ain't talking bout half a zip, cause we known for copping pounds
Ain't talking bout Reggie Miller, ain't talking bout that Bobby Brown
Now this exotic we got it, you can't stop it
Whole room smelling stanky, and it's still in my pocket purped out
[Hook]
[talking:]
Man it's going down in here, know I'm saying
Remind me, of we was at Screw's house
Tell em mayn, (your boy Dujan) hold up homeboy
It's going down man, know I'm tal'n bout know I'm saying
This one here, this not for the kids right here know I'm saying
This for all my exotic smokers out there, you know what I'm saying
I done met a couple cats out there, on the road
Tried to hand me some oregano, you know (I got drank and kush)
Hold up man that boy, that boy-that boy blowing back there man
That boy blowing, but you know what
When I turn down that oregano, you know I'm saying
I ain't being disrespectful man, boys need to step they game up man
So you boys out there step ya game up man, know I'm saying
We on another level now
The song "Purped Out" by E.S.G. is about getting high on marijuana and drinking lean, a mixture of cough syrup and soda. In the first verse, E.S.G. raps about different strains of weed such as super kush, mass kush, red and purple, and states nothing compares to these strains' effects as they could not afford a strand like them back then. He also references smoking haze back when he was starting, then proceeds to list cities in which he has smoked weed. In the second verse, he raps about being at the All-Star game, driving a big-body car, and staying in the top ten. He also explains he doesn't want to end up like D'Angelo and continues to talk about popping down a bottle of lean and smoking some weed.
The hook of the song repeats the phrase “Let’s get purped out” multiple times, signifying the use of purple drank, a slang term for lean. The song has an overall laid back and chill vibe that complements the theme of the song.
Line by Line Meaning
Let's get purped out, tonight
Let's get high tonight
I got drank, and kush
I have alcohol and weed
We gon get purped out, all night
We're going to be high all night
Yeah gangsta, throw your Gucci loc's on
Put on your expensive sunglasses, gangsta
My partna Country told me, I need to do a smoke song
My friend Country suggested I make a song about smoking
Bout super kush mass kush, red and the purple yep I don't care
Talking about different types of weed, but I don't care
Way pass that red hair, couldn't afford that on welfare
Can't afford that expensive weed, but still smoking good stuff
But I done came up from back in the days, smoking pimps call it haze
I've come a long way from smoking lower quality weed
Harlem back to Houston, back to Rustin yep we get paid
Making money from my music in different cities
Louisiana know what it is, B-O-G where I use to live
People from Louisiana know what I'm talking about, B-O-G is where I used to live
Do what you do it's all on you, some pop pills they call it jig
Do whatever you want, some people take pills which they call jig
Slide through the city in some'ing long, black on black and I'm sitting on chrome
Riding through the city in a long car, black with chrome accents
Windows smoke and I'm sitting at home, fuck a 'gar pull out the bong
At home, smoking from a bong instead of a cigar
Cali bomb nigga one, riding two deep with three or four guns
Smoking high-quality weed from California while riding with guns
Exotic trees that's all with me, the way we smoke we need three or four lungs
We smoke exotic weed that requires a lot of lung capacity
Pass it here pass it back, half-a-mill checks we cashing that
Pass the weed back and forth and making a lot of money
Half a pound's in my backpack, flip my stacks like acrobat
Carrying a lot of weed and making a lot of money (flipping stacks)
Trunk gon pump the Screw tape tap, tap-tap just like that
Listening to DJ Screw while driving
Purp-purple in my cup, purp-purple in my sack g'eah
Drinking and carrying purple drank and weed
Sipping red low's or maybe dush, some of my sweets be fucked up
Drinking red wine or maybe whiskey, some of my cigars are bad
All them hoes gon get smoked, so swisha smoke get sucked up
Going to smoke all the cigars and use a swisher to smoke the weed
I'm riding two lanes, now watch me work the wheel
Driving in two lanes and showing off my driving skills
At the All-Star game, looking like I'm worth a mill
Looking wealthy at the basketball game
Swear I got em all feeling, the way we sipping down here
Making everyone feel good with the way we're drinking down here
The way I got a record deal, the way we tipping down here
Got a record deal and making money, using it to tip well
You know I keep it gutter, peanut butter caravan
Keeping it real with a simple caravan
Doja's on big chrome, look like I'm riding on ceiling fans
Riding in a car with big shiny wheels
Can't explain this feeling man, you wouldn't understand me bro
Can't explain how good it feels, you wouldn't understand
Refuse to go out like that boy, named D'Angelo
Not going to ruin my career like D'Angelo did
Until then pimping pens, staying in the top ten
Writing music and staying popular
In the 2007 big body S-Class Benz, I'm purped out
Driving a 2007 Mercedes-Benz while high
Excuse me miss, what's your name
Asking a woman's name politely
I'd like to introduce you, to this Mary Jane
I want to introduce you to this weed
And maybe later on, we could hop in the Range
Maybe we could get in the car later
I smoked two, and forgot her name
Got high and forgot the woman's name
Ain't talking bout half a zip, cause we known for copping pounds
We don't buy small amounts of weed, we buy a lot
Ain't talking bout Reggie Miller, ain't talking bout that Bobby Brown
I'm not talking about basketball player Reggie Miller, or singer Bobby Brown
Now this exotic we got it, you can't stop it
We have high-quality weed that can't be beat
Whole room smelling stanky, and it's still in my pocket purped out
The room smells like weed and I'm still high
Tell me, tell me do you still care
Asking if someone still cares
If we put it in the air, (if we put it in the air)
If we smoke weed
Tell me, tell me do you know
Asking if someone knows
If it's cool to blow this dro, (if it's cool to blow this dro)
Asking if it's okay to smoke this weed
It's going down man, know I'm tal'n bout know I'm saying
Things are happening, you know what I mean
This one here, this not for the kids right here know I'm saying
This song is not appropriate for children
This for all my exotic smokers out there, you know what I'm saying
This is for people who smoke high-quality weed
I done met a couple cats out there, on the road
Met some people while traveling
Tried to hand me some oregano, you know (I got drank and kush)
People tried to give me fake weed, but I already have alcohol and weed
Hold up man that boy, that boy-that boy blowing back there man
Someone is smoking in the back
Boys need to step they game up man
People need to raise their standards
So you boys out there step ya game up man, know I'm saying
Improve yourselves, you know what I mean
We on another level now
We're at a higher level now
Contributed by Kaitlyn E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
KillaMind Enslavement
"I GOT DRANK AN' KUSH!" ha shit go hard as hell,
Dewayne Limbrick
Steel O.G.
Duke Scanlan
this shit is skippin homie. still jam tho
Maurice Stinson
Something is wrong with that song skipping bad