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!