Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Purple Cows, artist - Casey Veggies. Album song Customized Greatly Vol. 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.08.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: PNCINTL
Song language: English
Purple Cows |
While Jay was rocking fellas |
I was probably at a show rocking acapellas |
Buzzing |
And if you haters saw me, I can’t help ya |
Veggies is the name, I’m taking over the game |
I got my but I’m taking over her aim |
Just saying I’m crazy, Jojo’s made me |
Keep playing ball but my rhyme scheme shit |
And these other rappers lazy |
Yeah it’s Casey, I just spit I never aim |
I’m too cool, ask you girl, I got forever game |
You hating niggas forever lame, I never change |
My mind think of something fresh, I’m in my zone |
million dollar deals from my phones |
These other dudes try but these other dudes clones |
let you know the type of shit I’m on |
Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems |
Hopefully so you can recognize when we on |
Profile plays make me feel like I’m known |
Known, known, known |
V2 for the young bucks, money come in big checks |
Girls mention our name because they know we famous |
Active, doing everything that you lacking |
Numero uno, we times ten what you practice |
King of the fashion, blasting |
Hear me through soundwaves, West Coast madness |
Holla at bitches man these niggas ain’t ready |
Make it rain on your girl |
But that’s when the checks come, on to the next one |
It’s a how we killing these melodies |
Slow up the flow for my niggas getting dough |
See the Polo logos from head to toe |
Yeah I’m stitched in the finest, bow to your |
No skateboards but my niggas still grinding |
Closing doors on these weak rap niggas |
Young vet in the game, know the world gon' feel it |
Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems |
Hopefully so you can recognize when we on |
And them profile plays make me feel like I’m known |
Known, known, known |
Whether iTunes or Amoeba I release tons ether |
Delivering to any size speakers |
Whether woofers of tweeters, I make a buck |
Cargos and wifebeaters, so what if I got a gut |
Give a microphone |
Make way for my vocab, I be spilling out my notepad |
See I got the flow back, creates moments like Kodak |
So sad to see these rappers going broke back |
Faggot ass cowboys |
You motherfuckers is a whisper compared to my loud noise |
And I’m the crowd’s choice |
Spectators get excited when I write it, it’s the tightest |
Super 3 beats ignite it |
My site is so high that I can see the city lights |
And I’m so high, feel like I’m on a pretty kite |
Shitted on my many mics and many venues |
I tend to like lunch food menus |
Continue |
Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems |
Hopefully so you can recognize when we on |
Profile plays make me feel like I’m known |
Known, known, known |
Super 3, supersede |
bomb shit |
Like a terrorist in a port-a-potty, awesome |
Fire in the fists, throw hands like |
Fighter in the streets like Capcom taught him |
Slicing up the beat like vegas hand, shave a man |
Why so serious lil nigga? |
you make me laugh |
You little jokers are posers, soft as a baby’s ass |
I go insane for the money, gotta get that crazy cash |
And I’m fresh out the wrapper, diaper, sort of like a dagger |
Baby that’s my swagger from the Js to the haircut |
Sort a like a boxer how I get head and butt, butt |
I just do me, do me |
I go through girls like a student with Lucy |
And after they choose me, they just do me |
And then I skrrt off in a coop with two seats |
Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems |
Hopefully so you can recognize when we on |
Profile plays make me feel like I’m known |
Known, known, known |
Most niggas ain’t ready to rock with |
They be stalling then they walk it out |
Real niggas know what I’m talking bout |
Steady building their buzz got these niggas looking now |
Mad bitches feeling this swag, talking now |
Real talk these suckas |
And they tickling you down soon as you up, they miss you |
Me and my niggas never had problems with y’all |
We stay on top and we never plan to fall |
Foot in the door, Overdoz freshen the rap game |
Performing flammable acts, spitting that propane |
They need to stop and pause, take a look at their facade |
Cause they frauding all, they ain’t got the guns fall |
Roughing the cop, serving the block,, it’s that street cred |
Show me your Glock, if you don’t pop, it will be |
Little nigga, you brainwashed, you thinking the same thoughts |
As the last nigga that fell, now you taking the same loss |
Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems |
Hopefully so you can recognize when we on |
Profile plays make me feel like I’m known |
Known, known, known |
Wait for no man, I’m not human |
Know you old niggas really hate what we doing |
Cooking up coke and CV still brewing |
Racing for this paper but I’m feeling like |
Bullshit find me but I’m barrel like a bruin |
Sitting on the throne in the city that I grew in |
And I’m turnt up still with wet kush |
That leave a nigga with that turnt up feel |
Like a turnt up thrill, I’m too hot |
The way that they move blocks |
Beating kings down like uniform cops |
Staying in the fresh prince while your uniform rots |
I’m shroomed out on a unicorn |
Watching mo' paper, mo' pussy, mo' pot |
with the cabbage patch kids, Young Casey V |
Man, I’m so far gone |
Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems |
Hopefully so you can recognize when we on |
Profile plays make me feel like I’m known |
Known, known, known |
Described as the truth |
Wardrobe black, one drawer that support a |
(didn't know how to act) |
You and those from getting blown |
without you |
And I’m feeling real cocky |
Might rest my balls on your eye |
From a childhood, 80s baby |
Black, red, and green rep where my family at |
From the east side of Africa |
From a small town, they call me |
And I’m walking with confidence, |
Gives a fuck what they say about my outfit |
I’m quite dominant like my continent |
I’m back on my bullshit, respect my conglomerance |
Man I’m so far gone and we write these poems |
Hopefully so you can recognize what we on |
Profile plays make me feel like I’m known |
Known, known, known |
here, I give you the highs and lows |
I paint a picture you can see when your eyes is closed |
Got dough, got some of the fliest clothes |
Got bands, got 'em loving my liner notes |
And what you gon' see when the time is told |
Is I’ve been where you are now a long time ago |
So what I do builds something that they running to |
Mixed with Casey Veggies, give 'em something new |
Fuck is you? |
I swear to God I’m seeing the light |
This is the perfect situation to end it off right |
When we living the life, doing shows going on before those side cats |
And I ain’t even got a deal yet |
I feel like the people gotta feel this |
Cause when they mention my name, they realize I’m the realest |
Yeah it’s Young Veggies, add some flavor to it |
whenever I say I do it |