[Intro: Webbie]

Blowin' doe, doe (Trill Entertainment, Young Savage)

Blowin' doe, doe (If it ain't purple, we ain't even smokin' it)

Blowin' doe, doe

Blowin' doe, doe

Blowin' doe, doe

Blowin' doe, doe

Blowin' doe, doe

Blowin' doe, doe

[Chorus]

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

[Verse 1: Webbie]

It ain't no joke up in here, got so much smoke up in here

That you'll probably 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' ho eup 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 probably 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 bleezie

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

[Chorus]

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

[Verse 2: Lil' Phat]

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 flipper, 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

Fo'-fo' in my pack it's kind of heavy

Take it off, put it on my lap-I stay ready

This shit garbage mayne I'm tired of smokin' this

Hit my nigga B to get some different shit

Muthafucka 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

[Chorus]

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

[Verse 3: Bun B]

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

The swisher's so packed, this mothafucka's like a log

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

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 my medicine nigga on the cool

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

That's when Dr. Jekyll turned into Hyde on these boys

And pull out the Heckler 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 what's up

[Chorus]

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low

Blowin' doe, doe with this fo'-fo'

Got the hat back with the seats low