Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purple World, artist - Big Moe. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Purple World |
| Welcome to the purple world, it go down |
| Candy coated streets of crime, we grind |
| S Coup with the ceiling recline, we shine |
| Represent it till the end of time, cause it’s mine |
| I’ma represent it I’ma make these boys know |
| I’ma hold it down for my dirty third coast, like a soldier at his post |
| I’ma stay up on my note, get four |
| Lock load and blast with my back against the ropes, I’ma |
| Come out swanging, doing my thang and |
| Grab the microphone and I’m a leave that hoe flaming |
| Boys looking strange and they girls stare too |
| Cause we hop out the roof, talking about what it do |
| On the late night, when the stars shine bright |
| Reck cruising through the purple world pearl flipping white |
| Smoking on some flight, some dime piece hype |
| About to head to the club spend some some money on the pipe |
| X got me heasy, still looking pretty |
| Put fasacci shades on when that bitch hit me |
| Loving is out of mind we shine and grind |
| Show you hospitality or put one up in your spine |
| Welcome to the purple world big cars, indo and cigars |
| And a lot of dime piece hoes down to do menagaes |
| Spit a rally dodging the streets slowed up |
| Home former suit of the drugs struggle and poured up |
| Throwed it downtown it go down after rehab |
| Trying to be sober in the purple world nigga you about to relapse |
| Damn them players and pass drugs out the room and |
| Come down slow, with a trunk full of boom |
| In my room all I see, is pimping pens and hens |
| And chickens and pigeons and all they five feathered friends |
| In a benz, S Coupe with my ceiling recline |
| About to swoop through the breads with my head feeling fine |
| With a young fresh dime sitting on my elbow |
| Tippie toe, real slow and let my t.v. |
| screens glow |
| Fo sho, Tyte Eyez is still all about his cheesy |
| Representing the purple world boys and girls please believe me |
| I’m still a Barre Baby, still a Barre Baby |
| Hitting the boulevard top down that’s Mercedes |
| Real on me, looking mighty throwed |
| High to Southside rocking rocking my earlobe |
| Feeling good, as you see me no more cup sipping |
| Sipping straight to the head, I smoke on the candy and dipping |
| I’m feeling mighty good, I’m crawling down slow |
| On tippity toe, Mo-Yo blazing a four |
| Uh, ain’t got no braids, I keeps the bald fade |
| From the cradle to the grave, haters got to behave |
| Learn by me, M-O-E from the one that street code to the game |
| I’ma maintain, I’ma let my nuts hang |
| I ain’t scared to sip more than you, I ain’t scared to roll candy blue |
| I smoke dip, you never see me naked |
| Unless I’m in the bed, Big Moe I wreck it than check it |