Doe Doe

[Webbie Talking over Hook] (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 4x* (Chorus-Repeat 8x) 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 [Verse 1-Webbie] 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 (Chorus) [Verse 2-Lil' Phat] 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 (Chorus) [Verse 3-Bun B] 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)