Doe Doe (feat. Bun B / Lil Phat)

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

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'hoe 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 pleasin

Started trippin and cheesin, I rolled another one, immediate-you know I'm

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

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 stripper, 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 got me mayne I'm tired of smokin this

Hit my nigga b to get some different shit

Mothafucka 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

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

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

This sweet is so impact, this mothafuckas like a log

I take another hit and then I pass it to my dogg

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 medicine nigga on the cool

I'm bout to start trippin out-actin a mothafuckin fool

That's when dr.jekyll turn into hyde on these boys

And pull out the hecklar 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 whassup

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