I Got Grapes

Yay, we went to the black man's gate, right
Yeah
They said they had some purple, right?
They was lying though
But when I came back- What happened?
They didn't have no grapes
Man
Yo
I'm with Y2K
We fly bay, home invadin'
Home invadin'
Talkin' all day, train wreck with no station
With no station
My brain ain't fried with age just like bacon
Just like bacon
Sizzling off at Jack, let it up at Nation
At Nation
Look out or every green Taliban blazin'
What?
Chopper busts eyes, ain't no special occasion
Y'all saw there are mines off, off that Zulu Nation
Zulu Nation
Cars two wheel, ooh, you win it, we mix pavement
Mix pavement
Not mine
Pull up, turn the scraper in a circle
Hit the block one time, trying to see who got purp
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Pull up, turn the scraper in a circle
Hit the block one time, trying to see who got purp
Yeah
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Yeah
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Yeah, yeah
Purple in the air and some heem in the scraper
We bring it to the club because Matic going to take her
I'ma get paper, never be a hater
And if she's 18, I might fuck a 12th grader
Grapes in the Swisher, seat way back
System on 30, speakers on blap
So much smoke, you would think it was a fire
You blew five blunts
T-J's a liar
Window half cracked, slouched like a star
This bitch probably never watch cable in the car
Yeah, I'm from the Bay, planet of the apes
Home of the purple kush, home of the grapes
7-0 Sev, yeah, nigga, hood, hood
Riding through Fairfield, blowing on good, good
Matic, yeah, I be stuntin'
All in your hood and the scraper on buttons
Yeah
Pull up, turn the scraper in a circle
Hit the block one time, trying to see who got purp
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Who got purple?
Yeah
I got grapes
Pull up, turn the scraper in a circle
Hit the block one time, trying to see who got purp
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Uh-uh
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Uh
Bitch, I'm a cream fit like some cocaine
I spit gas like my birth name Propane
Scraper clean and I'm sitting on some Dana Danes
Stunnas on with a big fat pookie chain
Two phones, top and bottom drilled out
The way the Bay cold, the Bay you won't see a drought
Man, I got clout
I'm in your mama house
Watching 106 & Park, blowing yupper on the couch
And she got ass like a lobster tail
Thick and juicy, give me that pussy
Don't be mad at me
That's just the way it go
Because when you smoking purp, it'll tell you about a ho
It'll make you hyphy, it'll make you stunt
Might make you get a pump, point it at your gold fronts
We call it kick door
Give me all the grapes
Lay it down and let the kitchen towel touch your face
Pull up, turn the scraper in a circle
Hit the block one time, trying to see who got purp
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Who got purple?
Yeah
I got grapes
Yeah, yeah
Pull up, bust a scrape in a circle
Out the window yelling, "Who got purple?" I got it
I got purple, I got grapes
Whole zips, half quarter zips down to eighths
What you need?
Let me see what it is
Is it really purp?
Really?
I'll buy you out if you got the line on the twerk
Man, this the purple field
The home of the grapes
Every time you hit this back gate, pump your brakes
What you mean?
Man, my blades chop like top
Heard y'all got it on this 1-6-4 block
Yeah, I got it
If you want it, go on and cop it
Cop it
I'm on the hustle, man, you're fucking off my profit
My bad, cousin, I'm just ill, stupid bugging
Let me get a whole one, then I'm cutting
Man, it's nothing
Slide your money through the fence
What's your name, cuz, cuz?
Just ask for gorilla pits
Pull up, turn the scraper in a circle
Hit the block one time, trying to see who got purp
Who got purple?
I got grapes
Who got purple?
Yeah
I got grapes
When we pull up and out a scraper, I u-turn, I circle
Just touch the ends, we all look for purple
Where you at?
I got grapes
Where you at?
I got grapes
Ricky got grapes like Welch's
Backwood wrap, Kenwood slap when I peel out
Break the weed out, let me roll it up
Can't suck on my trees if you ain't old enough
We smoking granddaddy in the Caddy, eyes red like Cincinnati
We got grapes, boy
Lee T got the challenge from a Rocco, my Mexican
Dude Paco selling weed in his taco, yeah
Carne asada, I'm the weed don dada
High grades, flex weed, smoke a lot of
Can't tell me nothing 'bout smoking, my ninja, I'm Jamaican
Go to bed high and smoke when I'm awaken
Weed look like Rasta colors, got hoes
Ready to shag like Austin Powers
DJ Rah, he can't smoke no more
They give him 16 months, but he still putting weed in blunts
Say it
When we pull up and out a scraper, I u-turn, I circle
Just touch the ends, we all look for purple
Where you at?
I got grapes
Where you at?
I got grapes
When we pull up and out a scraper, I u-turn, I circle
Just touch the ends, we all look for purple
Where you at?
I got grapes
Where you at?
I got grapes