4 Loko (Radio Edit)

Uh
Riiight
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 motherfuckin' Lo Sport
Kick that shit like none other, rearrange a deal, need more mugga
Trying get drunk as a fish tonight, holler 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
Trying to be more like Bob Lemon, obsession with the flow let the beat ride
From the west to the east side
Light the sour & 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 motherfucka with that mellow flow

Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine

Right

Purple... we loco
Purple... we loco
On purple... we loco
Purple... we loco

Uh
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 eatin 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
Till 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 trying to reach for the doob?
What you doing?
Till 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

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 motherfucka with that mellow flow

Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine
Coming down, sittin' clean, mixin' that Promethazine

Right

Purple... we loco
Purple... we loco
On purple... we loco
Purple... we loco



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Writer(s): Steve L Boyd
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