Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz — Da Blow Chopped & Screwed

[Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon] (Hey) The-the blow (Hey), the pills (Hey), the yak (Hey), the herb (Hey) The-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the (Hey) The-the blow (Hey), the pills (Hey), the yak (Hey), the herb (Hey) The blow (Hey), the blow (Hey), the blow (Hey), the blow (Hey) The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The-the blow, the blow, the blow, the blow The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The-the- [Intro: Michael Watts] Michael Watts Swishahouse Remix [Verse 1: Lil Jon] The dro (dro), the 'purp (’purp), the 'r'nge (orange), get gush The dro (dro), the ’purp ('purp), the 'r'nge (orange), get gush The dro (dro), the 'purp ('purp), the 'r'nge (orange), get gush The bad, no haps, no where to keep it hashed A joint or two will do you niggas smoke a blunt of this If you wanna smoke with me, don’t bring no bullshit Blue-blue dumpin’-dumpin', white-white spinners-spinners Green-green nickles-nickles, red-red Superman Peach-peach for the five, white-white for less Will have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks Snow-snow, white-white in Miami get crunk When I see ’em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff One-one G of white, two-two G of white Three-three G of white, a eight ball for the night When you wanna get cha lean on it's nothing but that yellow Or theat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever ’Purp-'purp-'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever Or theat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin Like that [Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon] The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like that) The-The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like-) The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin-) [Verse 2: Gangsta Boo] Yeah I got the weed for the low, pills-pills for the low Blow-blow for the low, young nigga yeen know Young nigga yeen know Young nigga yeen know When I ride I roll high, man and I ain't tellin' no lie When that shit get in my brain, I grip the grain and fly by Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean Bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit That shit that I gezzit you bitches can't get The Memphis, The A, the North, the South Is on the grind, we will not quit The under-underground rap smoke out full of green Fuck what you heard bitch, yeah I'm back up on the scene If you wanna get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo I be turnin niggas out, watch how quick I turn you Smoked-smoked out, loced, freaky-freaky motherfucka That Ex'd-that Ex'd out, passed-passed out While I put another on the [Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon] The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like that) The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin-) The-the-the-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like-) [Verse 3: Lil Bo] I been gettin in that work, I got pounds of that work I'm a pimp bitch, fuck you, pull up ya own skirt-skirt We don't-we don't give a fuck 26's on the truck Fuck around and touch your [lip?], we gon' tear this bitch up X-X, weed-weed, I got anything you need I got X, I got weed, I got anything you need X-X, weed-weed, I got anything you need See me-see me in the streets Just holla at me, throw a dollar at me, bitch swallow at me This ya boy Lil Bo from the E-S-P [Verse 4: Big Sam] See nigga I smoke everyday, from the lightest of haze I got the shit I pull up with cha mind off in a daze (daze) I don't fuck with the blow (blow), see I fuck with some hoes (hoes) That be freaky grabbin' they on Ex outta control Back in-back in the day Regals, 8's & Vouges When nigga-when nigga was riddin the city reappin get to that door (door) Before the Feds hit the town and try to shut Atlanta down Nigga was-nigga was slangin' nickels and dimes, quarter keys and pounds of [Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon] The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like that) The-The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin-) The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow (Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin li-)