:] I'm in the middle of my hood where everybody thuggin 4 deep one car and everybody busting This that g shit all I ever wanted was a key shit never love
jack move The only thing on my mind Is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools Now tell me what you busters want with me? They started talking about
baby Yeah I'm living like a motherfucking chevy baby Or like a ford I'm buit ford ford tough Blowing on that real real purple purple stuff Talking about
ford the hood love me Hood rap gotta hug me Pop that shyt sparka bubba thiz shyt getting ugly Drop the mic anywhere I aint talkin about a concertz dog Talkin
sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep 'cause we knock 'em unconscious with that non-sense Read inbetween that fine print, think about lyrical con-tent Then about
Punchin' in the rock and roll clock Pop - Daddy Pop Pop - Punchin' in the rock and roll clock Talk, guitar, talk (oh daddy) Daddy Pop is the writer and love
watched her fly [CHORUS] Talk about a sunset all I could see were purples and reds and her silhouette wavin' goodbye she didn't come there lookin' for love
today cause you might not see tomorrow (Verse 1) Roses are red and violets are blue, and we all get purple rain when you put together the 2 true, lets talk about
and you know it's love, His & her scrapers, oakland love They front but they know wassup Ain't no pair cold as us Girl when I tell you I love you, (
you don't want no drama boy cause we the drama kings And you don't want no anna boy cause we the anna kings Dont even talk about guns cause we quick to
can see the future here, takin over is comin near Makin me think about perseverin, in my heart it's near and dear All about weed, nothin but weed, I
talkin' while The girlies steady hop Pop Daddy - Daddy Pop Punchin' in the rock and roll clock Pop - Daddy Pop Pop - Punchin' in the rock and roll clock Talk, guitar, talk
the way a playa floss Still breakin boys off Hmm, getting money's what I'm bout, I'm a get it while these hataz just talk Still breakin boys off Hmm,
your domestic slip up Love is a battlefield so lick your shots quick while I lick my wounds and then resume as an obvious target Infatuations with the past protect my Purple