"Purp and Yellow" - Wiz Khalifa feat. Snoop Dogg, Game, & YG
'Nuff of dat sad ol' ish. I'm changin' it up once again cuz it's my blog and I feel like bein' a lil' bit ghetto jus before bed.
After an ugly losing streak against some unknown non-champions, my boys are back beating out two of the teams favored to win them over: the f@$kin' f@gg#t$ Spurs and Queens (oops, Kings). Black Mamba may have mouthed off, but I find it appalling that the media blew this way outta proportion! There's a big, damn difference between being deragatory and being frustrated over a freakin' game. And this being "politically correct" bullsh*t is getting way outta hand. But I guess I should thank them for rhilin' my Kobe just enough to win yet again, droppin' $100K like the 3-point shot he made at the end of the 4th tonight. A win is a win is a win so nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! I wanna be a sore winner when it comes to people bickerin' over celebrity rants. Yes, let's take into consideration what the rich and famous can get away with, shall we? But it wasn't a bloody knife in a white Bronco. It was 2 words. Get a grip and move on.
Yes, I'm a fan. But not because they're reigning champions. But because they've always been MY team. Back when they were wearing boy-shorts with Magic in the lead to a decade when they really didn't win much of anything. To the Shaq plays and days when Kobe needed time to learn that you can't be a team player without passing the ball. And when Chick Hearn's would say, "This game's in the refrigerator! The door's closed, the lights are out, the eggs are cooling, the butter's getting hard, and the Jell-O is jiggling...," I knew we were one step closer to making history.
I'm a fan because I didn't just jump on the bandwagon or fall off when the road got rocky. I didn't follow them because a guy I dated told me to. I fell for them because the only real man in my life (before men were even in my life) is also a fan: My dad. Never, ever doubt the seriousness of this game with me, especially in my household. You'd be crazy to walk in here sportin' another team. C-R-A-Z-Y. So, Go Lakers! Get us to 3, baby. And one.
Lyrics:
L.A. Leakers (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Mamba
Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
Collaborate, with the Golden State
In a yellow six-deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit three and roll
Fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
We don't give a damn, about the big three
L.A. Lake' sho' we 'bout to three-peat
and you can bet, that's on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
I'm on the flo', and that's a fact
Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah... Louis Vuitton don, uhh
Purple twenty-fo's yellow Lambo' I'm ridin
Top blew the guts, doors goin suicidin
Stuff in the wood n*gg@ know we gon' kill that
Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Watch me ball like you sittin with Phil at
ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them hood whips
Them Cutlasses, them Cadillacs
That leather be grippin them wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know that
Pops taught me how to get low when the flow clap
Went from a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that
N*gg@ better know that, boy they ain't playin
Sawed off shotty - what they sayin?
Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in that LeComp
I come through f@$kin n*gg@z off, hop in that truck and then get lost
Boy you playin with a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me
Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties cash
Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
Blowin on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Ridin down Rosecrans, Compton, California
Turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know it's purp and yellow
Take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein doubles
But I'm an angel though and yo' girl's a pigeon
Its money over e'rything, girl you know the vision
Never been a mark, if ya with it we can catch a fade
Brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else f@$kin borin
I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy, youse a mark
My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe that
Y'all already know what it is man
If you don't you should by now
Hahahahaha
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Check out the Skeetox remix. This is a great version.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/wizkhalifa/purpandyellow.html
http://www.leex.info/the-game-snoop-dogg-%E2%80%93-purple-yellow-lyrics/
'Nuff of dat sad ol' ish. I'm changin' it up once again cuz it's my blog and I feel like bein' a lil' bit ghetto jus before bed. After an ugly losing streak against some unknown non-champions, my boys are back beating out two of the teams favored to win them over: the f@$kin' f@gg#t$ Spurs and Queens (oops, Kings). Black Mamba may have mouthed off, but I find it appalling that the media blew this way outta proportion! There's a big, damn difference between being deragatory and being frustrated over a freakin' game. And this being "politically correct" bullsh*t is getting way outta hand. But I guess I should thank them for rhilin' my Kobe just enough to win yet again, droppin' $100K like the 3-point shot he made at the end of the 4th tonight. A win is a win is a win so nah, nah, nah, nah, nah! I wanna be a sore winner when it comes to people bickerin' over celebrity rants. Yes, let's take into consideration what the rich and famous can get away with, shall we? But it wasn't a bloody knife in a white Bronco. It was 2 words. Get a grip and move on.
Yes, I'm a fan. But not because they're reigning champions. But because they've always been MY team. Back when they were wearing boy-shorts with Magic in the lead to a decade when they really didn't win much of anything. To the Shaq plays and days when Kobe needed time to learn that you can't be a team player without passing the ball. And when Chick Hearn's would say, "This game's in the refrigerator! The door's closed, the lights are out, the eggs are cooling, the butter's getting hard, and the Jell-O is jiggling...," I knew we were one step closer to making history.
I'm a fan because I didn't just jump on the bandwagon or fall off when the road got rocky. I didn't follow them because a guy I dated told me to. I fell for them because the only real man in my life (before men were even in my life) is also a fan: My dad. Never, ever doubt the seriousness of this game with me, especially in my household. You'd be crazy to walk in here sportin' another team. C-R-A-Z-Y. So, Go Lakers! Get us to 3, baby. And one.
Lyrics:
L.A. Leakers (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Swish! Twenty-fo', that's Black Mamba
Snoop Dogg, he's a dope rhymer
Collaborate, with the Golden State
In a yellow six-deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit three and roll
Fish and chips, bounce pass down to Pau Gasol
We don't give a damn, about the big three
L.A. Lake' sho' we 'bout to three-peat
and you can bet, that's on the set
Ron Artest about to get wet
I'm on the flo', and that's a fact
Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple sack
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah... Louis Vuitton don, uhh
Purple twenty-fo's yellow Lambo' I'm ridin
Top blew the guts, doors goin suicidin
Stuff in the wood n*gg@ know we gon' kill that
Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Watch me ball like you sittin with Phil at
ten car caravan, Astons Martins and all them hood whips
Them Cutlasses, them Cadillacs
That leather be grippin them wood tips
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you ain't know that
Pops taught me how to get low when the flow clap
Went from a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that
N*gg@ better know that, boy they ain't playin
Sawed off shotty - what they sayin?
Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in that LeComp
I come through f@$kin n*gg@z off, hop in that truck and then get lost
Boy you playin with a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me
Keep yo' girl wetter than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he smoother than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still spendin eighties cash
Look on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
Blowin on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Ridin down Rosecrans, Compton, California
Turn on the wrong street they might bang on ya
Home of the Lakers baby, yea you know it's purp and yellow
Take a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein doubles
But I'm an angel though and yo' girl's a pigeon
Its money over e'rything, girl you know the vision
Never been a mark, if ya with it we can catch a fade
Brought out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else f@$kin borin
I'm at Roscoe's, eatin with some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend from you boy, youse a mark
My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to start
Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe that
Y'all already know what it is man
If you don't you should by now
Hahahahaha
Yeah uh-huh, you know what it is
E'rything I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's nothin
When I pulled off the lot, that's stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you know e'rything
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down from my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Check out the Skeetox remix. This is a great version.
http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/wizkhalifa/purpandyellow.html
http://www.leex.info/the-game-snoop-dogg-%E2%80%93-purple-yellow-lyrics/
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