The Smoking On Purple lyrics are some of the best and realest to ever be released. The overall vibe that can be gotten from this track seems unreal. There’s no denying that every time people hear this track, they go crazy because it is such an ill song. Read up below for the full set of lyrics for Smokin On Purple and follow along as you take a listen.  Lil Boosie does the first couple verses as well as the chorus, while Webbie closes out with a solid final verse.

(Introduction)

Ease your mind a little bit (ease your mind)
Light up that blunt (light up that motherfuckin blunt)
Lift back that sunroof (lift back your shit nigga)

(Lil Boosie)

This that shit that we ride to
This that shit that we vibe to
This that shit that we get high to
That gangster music nigga
And you can try but you ain’t Lil Boosie nigga no (no)
Bad bitches got you feelin great
Looked at my CEO like CEO let’s get this cake, baby
I hit the stage and hoes go crazy, I’m player made
All my hoes got Jordan skills, they fade away
I hit the mall and bought (shit) throwback after throwback
Everybody wanna take pictures they like “Damn you Mr. Kodak.”
Smoke comin out my sunroof a nigga shining
A nigga love gettin pussy love rocking diamonds
If you got kids in this world nigga handle your business
And you don’t need no nigga be independent
It’s murder murder niggas beefin niggas slingin nines
And I keep that purple purple to ease my mind

[CHORUS]

Smokin on purple ease my mind
This that shit that we get high to, yeah
It’s murder murder murder gotta keep you nine
This that shit that we ride to, yeah

(Lil Boosie)

I know the game I know the street
I got the raps you got the beats
And we’re gonna lay it down real sweet
So you all can ride, head bobbin side to side
I don’t want shit from my fans but this, feel a real niggas vibe
When you down and out, don’t nobody trust you
But when you got bread it seem like everybody love you
It’s still fucked up mane in certain cases – believe this nigga, look
They still racist, I can see it on them bitches faces
That’s why I’m smokin and laughin I got my grind on
And they don’t feel my struggle they think my mind gone
That’s why it’s murder murder kill kill on the corner
These little niggas got big pistols ready to put it on ya
So, when you die you might as well be high
Is it heaven or hell or is it all a lie?
That’s why I smoke purple on Monday purple on Tuesday
Two glocks cocked so they don’t bruise me

[CHORUS]

(Webbie)

Smoking on that doja I done got a bag for cheap nigga
Eyes barely open and I’m glued to the backseat
Boosie took another hit and then he passed it back to me
This shit must got something in it niggas slipped some crack with weed
Ain’t no crack up in the windows I can barely even breathe
Got me fumblin and trippin almost passed the blunt to C
Got it cloudy in the Bentley niggas squinting tryin to see
And they don’t know what time it is but I know it’s time to eat
Ridin dirty bumping ridin dirty know how that shit be
One day your hear and the next day you going on repeat
With that nine up in my reach right now dyin ain’t for me
Mane this pine got me sleepy but I’m too high to go to sleep
Bust a hootie when you rollin potent as it posed to be
You be rollin and smokin em back to back consistently
Keep movin dutches to Phillies Garcias and Swisha Sweets
Yeah Savage really don’t care just put that shit in the air

[CHORUS]