Purple Rain

[Intro] Caution Do Not Mix With Alcohol May Cause Drowsiness Keep Out of Reach of Small Children [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] I roll a bat, crack a dutch, have a sizzip Get introduced to this drink that I sizzip Promethazine with codeine that's my twizzist It might lean me to the left or make me izzitch ProMeth with the Tuss', some like the mizzix 'cordin to they physics and how they wanna dizzip But be careful it ain't your ordinary liquid First time you sip it, you might get addicted Matter fact, I know you gon get addicted Cause it's so sweet like licorice, plus it's good for your sickness I used to watch my uncle sip it Goin through his glass in my grandmother's kitchen Head in his lap, grandma bitchin Pocket full of scraps, plus scratchin and itchin Back when they sip breaulm and smoked cheeba Took dawtons 4's and chewed ceebas This one is for my real mud-mixers Who get screwed up, my thick juice sippers Shout out, to my man Lil' Flip Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole 3-6 Yea I know about them Texas boys Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck Think a Xanax and indo sack make me slack Cocktailed or V'ed up, swiss-cheesed up [Hook] Please don't blow my high (blow my high) When I'm sippin that purple rain Said don't blow my high, blow my high When I'm sippin that purple rain I know it may sound crazy, keeps me lazy [Verse 2: Bun B] Way back in '94 Screw still had his gate up He called over to his house and he poured me an 8' up I asked him what it was, he said Bun, get your weight up This is lean, them white folks call it promethazine Shit, but we gon call it drink dog cause that's what we be doin to it Now take this Big Red and pour about a 2 into it I said 2's and 8's, that the fuck is you trippin on He said man thats an ounce of the cough syrup that you sippin on So shit I poured it, I sipped it, then I tipped some mo' I fired up a green monster, and I hit that ho Started relaxin, shit and to my surprise I was noddin off, starin at the back of my eyes They tried to wake me up, but shit I just kept yawnin I fell out in my chair and woke up there the next mornin God bless my nigga, cause it's then I been spawned On my white muddy go, but can't taste a seed at all [Hook] [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] + (Bun B) I roll a bat, crack a dutch, have a sizzip Get introduced to this leaf in my splizzif No stem, no seeds, no stizzicks The ultimate, experience, like Jimi Hendrix I like to roll up, cowboy tradition Or burn a peace pipe and burn a cythe like the Injuns Or burn a big spliff, Bob Marley Style "Buffalo Soldier," Rastafari style We smokes on pizurp (we sips on syzurp) Get it by the 8, by the pint, (or by the kizurp) Some might take a (high), or a down (or a bizurp) Whatever you can stand, floats your boat (make ya' twizurp) Yes I fucks wit' ya' if you smoke on green (or sip on lean) Yea whatever, click or teen (strip for a scene) Nigga burn your spliff one time (Say Beans, swing your big body Benz and I'll swing mine) [Hook] [Bun B ad libs to fade]