4 Loko Lyrics - Rolling Stoned - Smoke Dza

Uh, right 

I'm a loco, nigga, straight loco 

So think twice 'fore you cross my path 

Cause frontin' on DZA's a no go 

I said a no go, told y'all, niggas is a Bozo 

To go against my word just take it from me cause I know so 

Nigga no thought 

Bodied in the trap, you get roped off 

Call me Polo Young 

Nigga this a mothafuckin' Lo Sport 

Kick that shit like none other 

Rearrange a deal, need more mugga 

Tryna get drunk as a fish tonight 

Holla at my homeboy Joe Scudda 

Straight shots, I don't need no ice in it 

Got me talking reckless all night with it 

All these old niggas on Gotti dick 

Real life, he ain't even like niggas 

Tryna be more like Bob Lemon 

Obsession with the flow let the beat ride 

From the West to the East side 

Light the sour and bump this joint up in your G ride 

Uh, I'm sittin' high, I'm tippin' slow 

I'm gettin' high, but I'm sippin' slow 

Mouth full of golds, nigga I got hella hoes 

I'm that Harlem mothafucka with that mellow flow 

Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine 

(Purple, we loco! Purple, we loco! 

On purple, we loco! Purple, we loco!) 

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I'm a corporal 

Been around the globe, you're a local 

Niggas know ya gaffe and we laugh at the ash 

That ya pass cause you're more like Fogel 

I thought I told you 

You niggas hard of hearin', thought I told you 

There's some new niggas eating in the hood 

Shit. them other niggas old news 

We them new niggas 

Clappin at strong, whole crew's stable 

Me and my niggas run this shit 

Coolest niggas sittin' at the cool table 

Niggas pop shit on the web 

Hide up in they crib cause they ain't able 

'til you GPS a nigga's crib, tell some niggas where they live 

Like they worked for cable, but they bout that life 

You niggas ain't with it though 

You know, who you fooling? 

You know you don't smoke for real 

Why you tryna reach for the doob? What you doing? 

'til the next life 

It's Jet Life, flying high is luxury 

Ain't shit changed, still George Kush 

Still need eight lungs to come puff with me 

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