a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple
rapping calling out to me once more the fit and fury of Lenore nameless here forever more And the silken sad uncertain rustling of the purple curtain
be quiet and go to sleep, hoe to sleep [ludacris] Maaan, i tell a hoe to go to sleep (go to sleep) They turn around and frown, gotta make 'em six feet deep
from the go u get that ~ poppin Stopin that ~ dropin GONE [Hook (x2)] Every time we hit the club Wut we need is 50 deep Purple coat and grichi got everybody
Warnin', Jungle always keep a gun on him Pull out, {*shooting sound*}, four head gone 'n Sloppy, droppin' you birds Close range so my bullets don't swerve, curve No bullshit Back
Paid wit big faces; if it's broke then replace it Now it's like that; Purple Haze and Cognac On tha beach in L.A. with dime bitches ridin my back [Lil
And she floats upon the smoke She moves among the shadows She moves me with just one little look You took me back to your place And dressed me up in a deep
rubber when I chirp it Come on doggy doggy, you ain't got nothing for me Put a gash in your neck about four inches deep Yeah, keep talkin like Murray
only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" - Merely this, and nothing more. Back
ya Is it better 2 give or 2 receive (It's better 2 give) Alright then, then give up your seat 2 this person back here in the back Come here, sister in
Smokin purple haze every day, every night shit Bitches holdin grunges on that childish type shit And when the dough get low tell me where your click is We roll 50 deep
I'm back to the block shit Rock shit, hot shit Hit 'em in the chest Doggy run up in his pockets Misrepresenting sock him in his eye socket I sat back
the day go, ridin away yo pain and sorrow, live for today cause you might not see tomorrow (Verse 1) Roses are red and violets are blue, and we all get purple
in my momma kitchen You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda with that vert' top back
that money three ways (Three ways) Always ridin' big on the freeway {Freeway} (Wit that east coast slang that us country girls we like) Low cut caesars wit the deep waves (deep
more way more looser When you sing songs like songz I get them gone thy be on that con track come back run back Run that once like let's get it on girl
me player Hold on HOE! I'm smokin Kush you on that reggy Hold on HOE! Dem diamonds ain't real, tuck ya chain in Hold on HOE! ay ay, back back imma