Macs & Pumps Purple Gang (Detroit)
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[Intro: Trick Trick]
Yeah
Think it's a motherfucking joke
Outside in the trunk
Purple Gang
Motherfuckers
Trick Trick
DJ Thrill on this motherfucking mix
P.G. keep it gangsta, what?!
P.G keep it gangsta!
It's all rough
[Hook: Famous]
We got macs and pumps outside in the trunk
The shanks in the clubs, you ain't 'bout to get stung
Macs and pumps outside in the trunk
We in front of the club if you wanna act tough
I got the shank inside on me, the mac outside homie
The shank inside on me, the pump outside nigga
I got the shank inside on me, the mac outside homie
The shank inside on me, the pump outside bitch (What up)
[Verse 1: Famous]
Now when the crunk shit come on, I ain't for the wildin' stuff
I snuck in with the nine like Shyne and Puff
With the low hat, throwback, Bo Jackson
The mac in the trunk match the smoke grey Timbs
I got loved from the skanks 'cause they know who we are
Man one of my royalty checks could cover the bar
You spill your drink you'll get clapped, I'll get a slap on the wrist
Do it day and have Hutch put ice on the shit, bitch
[Intro: Trick Trick]
Yeah
Think it's a motherfucking joke
Outside in the trunk
Purple Gang
Motherfuckers
Trick Trick
DJ Thrill on this motherfucking mix
P.G. keep it gangsta, what?!
P.G keep it gangsta!
It's all rough
[Hook: Famous]
We got macs and pumps outside in the trunk
The shanks in the clubs, you ain't 'bout to get stung
Macs and pumps outside in the trunk
We in front of the club if you wanna act tough
I got the shank inside on me, the mac outside homie
The shank inside on me, the pump outside nigga
I got the shank inside on me, the mac outside homie
The shank inside on me, the pump outside bitch (What up)
[Verse 1: Famous]
Now when the crunk shit come on, I ain't for the wildin' stuff
I snuck in with the nine like Shyne and Puff
With the low hat, throwback, Bo Jackson
The mac in the trunk match the smoke grey Timbs
I got loved from the skanks 'cause they know who we are
Man one of my royalty checks could cover the bar
You spill your drink you'll get clapped, I'll get a slap on the wrist
Do it day and have Hutch put ice on the shit, bitch
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