Da Blow (Chopped & Screwed)

[Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon]
(Hey) The-the blow (Hey), the pills (Hey), the yak (Hey), the herb (Hey)
The-the-the-the-the-the-the-the-the (Hey)
The-the blow (Hey), the pills (Hey), the yak (Hey), the herb (Hey)
The blow (Hey), the blow (Hey), the blow (Hey), the blow (Hey)
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The-the blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
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The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
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[Intro: Michael Watts]
Michael Watts
Swishahouse Remix

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
The dro (dro), the 'purp (’purp), the 'r'nge (orange), get gush
The dro (dro), the ’purp ('purp), the 'r'nge (orange), get gush
The dro (dro), the 'purp ('purp), the 'r'nge (orange), get gush
The bad, no haps, no where to keep it hashed
A joint or two will do you niggas smoke a blunt of this
If you wanna smoke with me, don’t bring no bullshit
Blue-blue dumpin’-dumpin', white-white spinners-spinners
Green-green nickles-nickles, red-red Superman
Peach-peach for the five, white-white for less
Will have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks
Snow-snow, white-white in Miami get crunk
When I see ’em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff
One-one G of white, two-two G of white
Three-three G of white, a eight ball for the night
When you wanna get cha lean on it's nothing but that yellow
Or theat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever
’Purp-'purp-'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever
Or theat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever
One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny
Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin
Like that

[Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon]
The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like that)
The-The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like-)
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin-)

[Verse 2: Gangsta Boo]
Yeah
I got the weed for the low, pills-pills for the low
Blow-blow for the low, young nigga yeen know
Young nigga yeen know
Young nigga yeen know
When I ride I roll high, man and I ain't tellin' no lie
When that shit get in my brain, I grip the grain and fly by
Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid
Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine
Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean
Bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane
Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit
That shit that I gezzit you bitches can't get
The Memphis, The A, the North, the South
Is on the grind, we will not quit
The under-underground rap smoke out full of green
Fuck what you heard bitch, yeah I'm back up on the scene
If you wanna get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo
I be turnin niggas out, watch how quick I turn you
Smoked-smoked out, loced, freaky-freaky motherfucka
That Ex'd-that Ex'd out, passed-passed out
While I put another on the

[Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon]
The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like that)
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin-)
The-the-the-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like-)

[Verse 3: Lil Bo]
I been gettin in that work, I got pounds of that work
I'm a pimp bitch, fuck you, pull up ya own skirt-skirt
We don't-we don't give a fuck 26's on the truck
Fuck around and touch your [lip?], we gon' tear this bitch up
X-X, weed-weed, I got anything you need
I got X, I got weed, I got anything you need
X-X, weed-weed, I got anything you need
See me-see me in the streets
Just holla at me, throw a dollar at me, bitch swallow at me
This ya boy Lil Bo from the E-S-P

[Verse 4: Big Sam]
See nigga I smoke everyday, from the lightest of haze
I got the shit I pull up with cha mind off in a daze (daze)
I don't fuck with the blow (blow), see I fuck with some hoes (hoes)
That be freaky grabbin' they on Ex outta control
Back in-back in the day Regals, 8's & Vouges
When nigga-when nigga was riddin the city reappin get to that door (door)
Before the Feds hit the town and try to shut Atlanta down
Nigga was-nigga was slangin' nickels and dimes, quarter keys and pounds of

[Chorus: P.B. Memphis & Lil Jon]
The-the blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin like that)
The-The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin-)
The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb
The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow
(Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin li-)