[Big Boi] Sitting at the red light, I'm looking for my lighter German heater by my leg, right Don't want it to misfire cause I'm already high as a bird (Purp, purp, purp, pu-purple ribbon) Daddy Fat Sax bust on anything that's bumping Chew you up, straight do you Spit you out like you was bubble gum and concrete mixed in Ready, get on your mark, set, let's go! (What's that smell on your shirt?) Boy, you already know
[Chorus] What's that smell on your shirt? (It's that purp, it's that purp!) What's that smell on your shirt? (It's that purp, it's that purp!) When the police pull me over, they don't even wanna search They only wanna know wha-what's that smell on your shirt!
What's that smell on your shirt? (It's that purp, it's that purp!) What's that smell on your shirt? (It's that purp, it's that purp!) See, I only burned a J, but now they swear I got that work Calling backup, tryin' to act up cause they know we blow that purp!
[Verse 2] I'm a young fly nigga Authentic, check my tags Drive an old-school Chevy droptop with the rag And I'm so braggadocious where the wheel means swag A couple thousand for the 'fit, oops, didn't mean to brag Blowing purple smoke, they call me Puff the Magic Dragon Nike SB Dunks, red monkeys now I'm bragging Pulled up on this bitch Talking reckless fashion bread Looked at me, and I said
[Bridge x2] Let's ride (let's ride), let's roll (let's roll) Get high (get high), get low (get low)
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[Verse 3] Back in 9-5, all I had was 5 on it Man, it's 2006, niggas smoking Michael Vicks Not that Reggie, not that mid All we smoke is president (What's that smell on your shirt?) Big Boi, autotuned the trick Got that purp, got that purp So you know I move that work Blowing purple sticky icky out a Chevrolet 'vert Police pull me to the right All they smell is kryptonite Roll the windows down I don't wanna go to jail tonight
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[Verse 4] I keep that smell on my shirt Move that presidential work Keep that hand in my cup Cigarillo full of purp I don't hang around lames that be smoking on that dirt And them mint grade suckers get they fucking feelings hurt Police search, they won't find None of my 'dro or my 9 I get low, I get high Represent the Southside (Southside!) Hit dimes, get high Stay fly, I'm a dun Roll it up in the VIP, throwing out a hundred ones
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[Chorus]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
