[Intro - King Xann]
Man, what it do man. It's your boy Young Hoobie. I'm sipping on that good right now man. I'm with my brother Word Play. Alright, let's get it, let's get it
[Verse 1 - King Xann]
I got some n*ggas that'll put you in the dirt
Other n*ggas that'll put you on a shirt
I don't got to write, I just try to fight
If you didn't know this is a freestyle verse
Yeah n*gga I still go to church, Celebration City all on my shirt
I got my Henny & I got my Remy
Try and aim at me, I'm shooting at you first
Yeah n*gga I'm still going crazy, die b*tch I get into her panties daily
I got a white b*tch I think her name was Bailey
Snow bunnies time, are you f*cking lil' lady
Word Play said he need a song for his tape
Talk sh*t to me I'll slap you in your face
Pure white is the song that get your sensories straight
Word Play up next tune in to the race!
[Verse 2 - Word Play]
I know n*ggas that be selling all that (pure white cocaine)
I know n*ggas that be doing all that (pure white cocaine)
I got a plug from high school and he got that (pure white cocaine)
Got a white girl so white that I call her (pure white cocaine)
Johnny Deep with the Blow, Al Pacino with the coke
Pure white is what they sell and I got some n*ggas that move that dope
I don’t do that though, I only smoke that dro
Pop a molly a few times and pour some dirty Sprite down my throat
In Atlanta they got that coke, hide the strap up in they coat
They ain’t on a diet, but they got that coke
Sureños sell that Ike Turner, and I coped that sh*t from Wiz and Berner
Called Pablo and he in Gardena. “Ay homes, I got that cocaína”
[Verse 3 - King Xann]
Word Play said he know a guy selling coke
I ain't the plug but I'm always selling dope
I'm high as a kite I ain't landing this flight
When I come back down it's a helluva night
Always got money man I'm getting sh*t right
How you gon act got your feelings all night
Young Hoobie I'm the n*gga that got your b*tch on me
And I ain't even trying to fight!