Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Purple Haze , by - The Diplomats. Release date: 24.03.2003
Song language: English
Purple Haze |
| Tito, crack that dutch |
| Roll that purple up Niggaz slacking in their macking |
| Simpin’in their pimpin' |
| Glad I got you baby |
| You the only one I can count on man |
| You may crutch man, yo We leaves spots milt, you get your top tilt |
| Mop filled, my block leaves cops killed, duck shots still |
| You not built, you had zirconia’s, those was zirconia’s |
| I kept it spot built, I can ensemble linen |
| Grinin’on rock, silk, I’m hitting bitches like switches |
| I’m a top Wilt, that’s Chamberlain, mama became a friend |
| Said she had the lamest men, wanted to learn the game I win |
| I had to game her then, you rearrange your friends |
| Then you change that Benz, we need a Range with Rims |
| She bought a gravy Rover, it had a pastry odor |
| Yes she made the quota, cause I’m like Ray Liotta |
| Fiends in a caskets, leaning them bastards |
| But the meanest of fabrics, when I’m with Athena Onassis |
| Or Ms. Trina, the queen of the asses |
| Causes when it come to purple, I’ve seen it in masses |
| Whoo! |
| Tino, you almost finished? |
| (This ain’t purple neither Tito) |
| This blunt almost out right here (I don’t know what this is) |
| I love you man (I'm not smoking this) |
| Only thing I count on is you (Tito I want him, I don’t want him) |
| Tito just got the blunt, (Don't fuck with nothing else but you) |
| I’m reloaded now, (God damn) |
| (Tito roll me up another blunt, something ain’t right with this) |
| And I’m a naissance child, gaming her stupid now |
| Plus, I’m stupid foul, pulled a coup to trial |
| I come through Canal, and let the luger style |
| In the DA mouth shit, here’s a root canal |
| Right on center street, put 'em on front street |
| Next day the front page, who gonna front on me Girls deranked and chumped, call 'em skank and cunt |
| Take a trip with the Dip bitch, to the bank to stunt |
| Serena Williams, downtown vacant and Trump |
| Who wanna bang her rump, chump, yes I bring the pump |
| That’s why I’m kinda hyped, because my money’s good |
| Which means my mind is right, so I got time to write |
| How I grind at night, Next tab, china white |
| Army hat, army jacket, yesir my line is right |
| Diminish his army, we finished the Don P Now let’s get purple like Grimace and Barney |
| Holla |
| I gotta come in now, I don’t know what Tito’s rolling up I gotta roll it up my self (I don’t know what’s in them Dutch Masters) |
| If you don’t crush your own weed up And put it in the blunt yourself |
| Your own brother’ll hand you some dust |
| That’s what time it is |
| I gotta come in Give me two minutes y’all, I’ll be back with y’all in a minute |
| I gotta roll up |