Текст песни Beanie Sigel f Bun B - Purple Rain
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[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]I roll a bat, crack a dutch, have a sizzipGet introduced to this drink that I sizzipPromethazine with codeine that`s my twizzistIt might lead me to the left or make me izzitchPearlmeth with the tuss`, some like the mizix`cordin to they physics and how they wanna dizzipBut be careful it ain`t your ordinary liquidFirst time you sip it, you might get addictedMatter fact, I know you gon get addictedCause it`s so sweet like licorice, plus it`s good for your sicknessI used to watch my uncle sip itGoin through his glass in my grandmother`s kitchenHead in his lap, grandma bitchinPocket full of scraps, plus scratchin and itchinBack when they sip breaulm and smoked cheebaTook dawtons 4`s and chewed ceebasThis one is for my real mud-mixersWho get screwed up, my thick juice sippersShout out, to my man Lil` FlipBig Mo, Project Pat and the whole 3-6Yea I know about them Texas boysWho keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuckThink a Xanax and indo sack make me slackCocktailed or V`ed up, swiss-cheesed up[Chorus]Please don`t blow my high (blow my high)When I`m sippin that purple rainSaid don`t blow my high, blow my highWhen I`m sippin that purple rainI know it may sound crazy, keeps me lazy[Verse 2: Bun B]Way back in `94 Screw still had his gate uphe called over to his house and he poured me an 8` upI asked him what it was, he said Bun, get your weight upThis is lean, them white folks call it promethazineShit, but we gon call it drink dog cause that`s what we be doin to itNow take this Big Red and pour about a 2 into itI said 2`s and 8`s, that the fuck is you trippin onHe said man thats an ounce of the cough syrup that you sippin onSo shit I poured it, I sipped it, then I tipped some mo`I fired up a green monster, and I hit that hoStarted relaxin, shit and to my surpriseI was noddin off, starin at the back of my eyesthey tried to wake me up, but shit I just kept yawninI fell out in my chair and woke up there the next morninGod bless my nigga, cause it`s then I been spawnedon my white muddy go, but can`t taste a seed at all [Chorus][Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] + (Bun B)I roll a bat, crack a dutch, have a sizzipGet introduced to this leaf in my splizzifNo stem, no seeds, no stizzicksThe ultimate, experience, like Jimi HendrixI like to roll up, cowboy traditionor burn a peace pipe and burn a cythe like the Injunsor burn a big spliff, Bob Marley Style"Buffalo Soldier," Rastafari styleWe 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)[Chorus][Bun B ad libs to fade]