Cold purple sprite   Full of 'lean in my cup   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   All the haters in the hood   Make me wanna cock and bust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   I done made a lot of money   Ain't to many that I trust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   But i'ma keep on hustlin'   'Til my body turn into dust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!      I was born an raised a good old southern boy   With money up on my mind   Took a thought turned it into a rhyme   And now I do this shit all the time   Purple 'lean in my cup   I'm throwin' a blunt of 'dro up in my mouth, and I feel pimps in forthly   We the shit ya'll need to quit hating on the south   Cause we just trying to make it like all the rest of them mother fuckers is   I got talent and raw skills to pay the bills   So i'm gonna rock the biz   Call me what you wanna call me   Arrogant, evilish and conceited   I will sell CD's off in cicaly, italy, also in new zealand   Gettin that international money   Climbin higher up that ladder   Grindin' daily, bitch, pay me   I gotta' get my pockets fatter   Memphis Tennessee is the place   Where I got all my special training   Physical, mental, spiritual, lyrical   Acheived it all without complainin'   I got a...      Cold purple sprite   Full of 'lean in my cup   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   All the haters in the hood   Make me wanna cock and bust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   I done made a lot of money   Ain't to many that trust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   But i'ma keep on hustlin'   'Til my body turn into dust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!      I'm a motha' fuckin' nympho   Rubbin' tip toes   Sippin' line in the back of a benzo'   Hate me last year   Wait til this year   You gonna have a lot more shit to be sick fo'   Runnin' the street and not givin' a fuck   Still makin big money and get my dick suck   I'ma hold it down for my town   At the same time   Goin' to town to get some more bucks   If you gotta problem wit that   Bring it to the hood   Find me on my block   And i'll kick your ass   Ride on the same   Cause we done whooped plenty of motha fuckas   Just for talking all that trash   We don't give a shit bitch   That's just the mentality of the dirty south   Nobody really left the house hot   Ready to fight   But you better watch your mouth   I roll with some of the rowdiest, buckest, crunkest fucka's   In the nation   And even if you keep me slippin' solo   You won't bust a raisan   Serious though   I got dough   You broke, and know the score   Purple sprite and paper flow   While you busy hatin' ho'...      Cold purple sprite   Full of 'lean in my cup   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   All the haters in the hood   Make me wanna cock and bust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   I done made a lot of money   Ain't to many that trust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!   But i'ma keep on hustlin'   'Til my body turn into dust   Yeah - that's what's up!   Yeah - that's what's up!