Webbie, Lil Phat, Bun B - Doe Doe lyrics
[Webbie, Lil Phat, Bun B - Doe Doe lyrics]
(Blowin doe, doe)
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage
(blowin doe, doe, blowin doe, doe)
(blowin doe, doe)
If it ain't purple we ain't even smokin it
(blowin doe, doe) Repeat
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
It ain't no joke up in here
Got so much smoke up in here
That you'll prolly choke up in here
If you ain't on that dope up in here
Mayne I should slow up in here, cause
I can't get roped up in here
Got this lil'ho up in here and
I ain't had insurance in years
But, I'll turn the wheels
The music fuck up your ears
Snatch some mo twenty-sixes
Give you mo shit to go whisper
I have 'em big
By the line you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month
I switch 'em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin
Respect that chickens and boppas be on me
And yeah I'm prolly in the projects
With some lil' niggas that's wanted
In the whip with some tint
Bad bitch with some sense
I get tired of ridin this
I hit the castle and switch
Yeah my lil' homie done came
Up on some extravagant shit
So I roll it up and
Took me an extravagant hit
Got to laughin' and grinnin'
Mayne it must be bleezie
Started trippin' and cheesin', I
Rolled another one, immediate you know I'm
I be creepin' slowly in the Monte Carlo
I ain't goin' inside till tomorrow
I gotta get it
Give a fuck if it's your car note
Black Jeep behind me that's my nigga Marlo
I pull up at the studio, I'm gettin' blunted
With a flipper, Boosie call her Young Dummy
My girl hit me, Phat bring yo ass home
Not right now cause I'm gettin' my thug on
Eyes low, yeah I'm smokin' off the pound
Hat back, seats low-me and my round
4-4 in my pack it's kind of heavy
Take it off, put it on my lap-I stay ready
This shit garbage mayne I'm
Tired of smokin' this
Hit my nigga B to get some different shit
Mufucka and don't never think I'm scary
I put hollow tips through yo fuckin' belly
They gon' burn ya like a deli, I stay ready
Mayne I'm always in the ghetto
In the ghetto you can find me
Cadillac swangin-car killas right behind me
Rollin down the interstate doin' bout ninety
The car so smoked out this
Shit about to blind me
Gotta crack the window and let loose the smog
While I'm bendin' corners in
My candy painted hog
The swisher's so packed
This mothafucka's like a log
I take another hit and then I
Pass it to my dog a doe doe smokin' gangsta
I stay twistin' that green
A twenty eight gram a day habit
Know what I mean
If I don't get my medicine nigga on the cool
I'm bout to start trippin'
Out-actin a mothafuckin' fool
That's when Dr jekyll turned into
Hyde on these boys
And pull out the Heckler and start
To ride on these boys
Where I'm from we ain't lettin'
Shit slide on these boys
But we gon' keep our pistols and
Our eyes on these boys, that's what's up
(Chorus Till End)
Trill Entertainment, Young Savage
(blowin doe, doe, blowin doe, doe)
(blowin doe, doe)
If it ain't purple we ain't even smokin it
(blowin doe, doe) Repeat
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
Blowin doe, doe with this 4-4
Got the hat back with the seats low
It ain't no joke up in here
Got so much smoke up in here
That you'll prolly choke up in here
If you ain't on that dope up in here
Mayne I should slow up in here, cause
I can't get roped up in here
Got this lil'ho up in here and
I ain't had insurance in years
But, I'll turn the wheels
The music fuck up your ears
Snatch some mo twenty-sixes
Give you mo shit to go whisper
I have 'em big
By the line you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month
I switch 'em up by the blunt
So don't be stuntin
Respect that chickens and boppas be on me
And yeah I'm prolly in the projects
With some lil' niggas that's wanted
In the whip with some tint
Bad bitch with some sense
I get tired of ridin this
I hit the castle and switch
Yeah my lil' homie done came
Up on some extravagant shit
So I roll it up and
Took me an extravagant hit
Got to laughin' and grinnin'
Mayne it must be bleezie
Started trippin' and cheesin', I
Rolled another one, immediate you know I'm
I be creepin' slowly in the Monte Carlo
I ain't goin' inside till tomorrow
I gotta get it
Give a fuck if it's your car note
Black Jeep behind me that's my nigga Marlo
I pull up at the studio, I'm gettin' blunted
With a flipper, Boosie call her Young Dummy
My girl hit me, Phat bring yo ass home
Not right now cause I'm gettin' my thug on
Eyes low, yeah I'm smokin' off the pound
Hat back, seats low-me and my round
4-4 in my pack it's kind of heavy
Take it off, put it on my lap-I stay ready
This shit garbage mayne I'm
Tired of smokin' this
Hit my nigga B to get some different shit
Mufucka and don't never think I'm scary
I put hollow tips through yo fuckin' belly
They gon' burn ya like a deli, I stay ready
Mayne I'm always in the ghetto
In the ghetto you can find me
Cadillac swangin-car killas right behind me
Rollin down the interstate doin' bout ninety
The car so smoked out this
Shit about to blind me
Gotta crack the window and let loose the smog
While I'm bendin' corners in
My candy painted hog
The swisher's so packed
This mothafucka's like a log
I take another hit and then I
Pass it to my dog a doe doe smokin' gangsta
I stay twistin' that green
A twenty eight gram a day habit
Know what I mean
If I don't get my medicine nigga on the cool
I'm bout to start trippin'
Out-actin a mothafuckin' fool
That's when Dr jekyll turned into
Hyde on these boys
And pull out the Heckler and start
To ride on these boys
Where I'm from we ain't lettin'
Shit slide on these boys
But we gon' keep our pistols and
Our eyes on these boys, that's what's up
(Chorus Till End)