Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 4 Loko, artist - Smoke DZA. Date of issue: 29.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
4 Loko |
| I’m a loco, nigga, straight loco |
| So think twice 'fore you cross my path |
| Cause frontin' on DZA’s a no go |
| I said a no go, told y’all, niggas is a Bozo |
| To go against my word just take it from me cause I know so |
| Nigga no thought |
| Bodied in the trap, you get roped off |
| Call me Polo Young |
| Nigga this a mothafuckin' Lo Sport |
| Kick that shit like none other |
| Rearrange a deal, need more mugga |
| Tryna get drunk as a fish tonight |
| Holla at my homeboy Joe Scudda |
| Straight shots, I don’t need no ice in it |
| Got me talking reckless all night with it |
| All these old niggas on Gotti dick |
| Real life, he ain’t even like niggas |
| Tryna be more like Bob Lemon |
| Obsession with the flow let the beat ride |
| From the West to the East side |
| Light the sour and bump this joint up in your G ride |
| Uh, I’m sittin' high, I’m tippin' slow |
| I’m gettin' high, but I’m sippin' slow |
| Mouth full of golds, nigga I got hella hoes |
| I’m that Harlem mothafucka with that mellow flow |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| (Purple, we loco! Purple, we loco! |
| On purple, we loco! |
| Purple, we loco!) |
| I’m a corporal |
| Been around the globe, you’re a local |
| Niggas know ya gaffe and we laugh at the ash |
| That ya pass cause you’re more like Fogel |
| I thought I told you |
| You niggas hard of hearin', thought I told you |
| There’s some new niggas eating in the hood |
| Shit. |
| them other niggas old news |
| We them new niggas |
| Clappin at strong, whole crew’s stable |
| Me and my niggas run this shit |
| Coolest niggas sittin' at the cool table |
| Niggas pop shit on the web |
| Hide up in they crib cause they ain’t able |
| 'til you GPS a nigga’s crib, tell some niggas where they live |
| Like they worked for cable, but they bout that life |
| You niggas ain’t with it though |
| You know, who you fooling? |
| You know you don’t smoke for real |
| Why you tryna reach for the doob? |
| What you doing? |
| 'til the next life |
| It’s Jet Life, flying high is luxury |
| Ain’t shit changed, still George Kush |
| Still need eight lungs to come puff with me |
| Uh, I’m sittin' high, I’m tippin' slow |
| I’m gettin' high, but I’m sippin' slow |
| Mouth full of golds, nigga I got hella hoes |
| I’m that Harlem mothafucka with that mellow flow |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine |
| (Purple, we loco! Purple, we loco! |
| On purple, we loco! |
| Purple, we loco!) |