Shout out to California, that′s what I'm smoking on Pittsburgh in this bitch, Memphis.
We got one rolled up - bout to go to the crib And change clothes, for like the 3rd time today. Trippy niggas: Throwed everything slow, Taylor′s and some hoes VIP smoking dope, blowing on some O's Straight gin, no chaser, and I popped a roll Puttin Happy Birthday up a white chick nose They like when you brought a zone when you finna go My paper's so long and bitch I′m finna blow Big wads in my hands at all times Bombay Gin dance and hoes is all mine Please don′t lose your mind cause I'm Juicy J Throw, and I get a 9, tint all in my cars Hoes acting hard Blowing smoke on a broad call my boys like all aboard Turn up on a drank, smokin on some stank Im with your bitch now im diggin in the paint Ice game chilly ain′t no nigga fuckin with me Get high till it kill me, smoke, sip, pop pilly Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my... Uh, going all out puttin all my bank in Get a raw paper put a lil dank in Don't got time for no mother fuckin fake friends Real taylors smoke good weed and drink gin Now its hard to name a country that I ain′t been Party all night, Party till the day end Do a show get some racks, spend it all, get it back I don't really give a fuck nigga They bringing Don P soon as I hit the club nigga If you ain′t bout them peace signs I don't fuck withcha Nigga, If I talk it, I live it What you make a year I goto Chanel and spend it Hand me that bombay, Ill show you what to do with some gin Everytime I blow a mil I bring two of them in I already changed the game once Im bout to do it again Left in a Rolls just came through in a Bendz Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my cup Keep purple in my... Couple pulls got me feelin like a cartoon Im spaceship high, pass that Warren Moon She turned up, saying that she rolling up that green Hulk That bitch only come around when the weed spark Home smokin on some shit you ain't never had Say it like you from the bay, baby girl you hella bad Im doped up, hard top off the old school Gas station 7 digits off the low fuel Big bank take lil bank, nigga cash She wanna beef ocho you don′t get a pass G shit huh 4800 though Cali street weed I don′t do the medical Ballin like a nigga playing 4 quarters My old head, Blazer, call him Terry Porter T-G-O-D by a landslide Blue chucks, black skully on the left side