"Mixed Emotions" lyrics

[Ab-Soul:]
One time for my niggas poured up yup, bachelor
Get screwed up like the neck of Frankenstein
Purple weed, purple drank, purple swag, purple tag
We be getting throwed, we, we be getting throwed
One time for my niggas poured up yup, bachelor
Get screwed up like the neck of Frankenstein
Purple weed, purple drank, purple swag, purple tag
We be getting throwed, we, we be getting throwed

Just copped a pack of Backwoods, I'm sitting high as hell
This OG kush suits this Honey Berry well
The lights are low, the mood is right
I got a fo, that's right, I'm tryna get throwed
Hit my nigga Agent, heard he bought an 8
My nigga Legend blessed me with a cup the other day
Hit my nigga Carver D, Dough Boy and YayCracc
Tell him it's a poe party, ASAP
Bumping out the speakers, coffee cups with lids
This way nobody accidentally ashing in my shit
Got a few two liters and it's 'bout to go down
Phenergan is the prescription of choice
Just call us the Phenergan boys

I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know, but you have no idea
The lights are low, the mood is right
I got a four, who got a Sprite?
Who got a Sprite? Who got a Sprite?
I got a four, who got a Sprite?
I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know

One time for my niggas poured up yup, bachelor
Get screwed up like the neck of Frankenstein
Purple weed, purple drank, purple swag, purple tag
We be getting throwed, we, we be getting throwed
One time for my niggas poured up yup, bachelor
Get screwed up like the neck of Frankenstein
Purple weed, purple drank, purple swag, purple tag
We be getting throwed, we, we be getting throwed

I got this funny little dream of buying out the bar
Then flexing in my section like a fucking star
They ask me what I like to drink and I say I'm alright
Then all you see is my purple Sprite
Glistening off of the strobe light
No Jolly Ranchers, please, this Ac' is all I need
I hope it ain't cliché to shoot Pimp C a RIP
As well as DJ Screw since I made up this tune about lean
But as of late, all I see is poe like Section 8
The homie say he's got a few teens
That's three 16s and a whole lot of cream
I crack a seal, then drop a deuce, now I got mixed emotions
From here on out, it's slow-motion

I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know, but you have no idea
The lights are low, the mood is right
I got a fo', who got a Sprite?
Who got a Sprite? Who got a Sprite?
I got a fo', who got a Sprite?
I do all this shit, just to say get off my dick
You think you know

[Ab-Soul & BJ The Chicago Kid:]
Coming down, still sipping
Draped up dripped out, still sipping
Coming down, still sipping
Draped up dripped out, still sipping
I love the po', more than you'll know (I love, I love, I love)
Gotta let it show, I love the po', hey, yeah (I love the po')