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Meanwhile...Back at the Lab (Slightly Stoopid) · Meanwhile...Back at the Lab (Slightly Stoopid) · Meanwhile...Back at the Lab [LP] (Slightly Stoopid) · Bad Day at the Lab (Sosumi) · Jazz Sampler from Mobile Fidelity Sound Lab (Hutchinson, Hutch) · The Isness & The Otherness [Sammel-Lab] (Amorphous Androgynous) · Jazz-Lab 1&2 (John Graas) · The Meth Lab (Wayne Newton) · The Meth Lab (Method Man) · The Meth Lab (Wayne Newton) – and 90 other albums »


of, my nigga you stay up
Locked down now the town gettin' my pay up
It's Project Pat, the haters scream, "Oh no"
Hypnotize stackin' money by the boat
(Back to the lab)

(Back to the lab, without a mic to grab)

Just step, the rhymes create energy
Charged up, by the cut, and it's sendin' me
For
Nigga pop with the glock
In a pine fuckin' box
Don't you try to call the fuckin' cop
Cause a nigga ain't gonna stop

(Project Pat)
Shootin', cappin', jack
of salty water
She would live and die in galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints at pat joe murphys
When the barman says "I think its time to go"
She
of salty water
She would live and die in galway bay

See her drinkin 16 pints at pat joe murphys
When the barman says "I think its time to go"
She
thang's in ya face man
It's Project Pat wit' that 12 gauge strapped ya'll
I blow yo' chest out yo' motherfucking back dawg

Chorus-4x
Pat starts
In my project 
In my project 
In my project 
In my project 
In my project 

Dawg my project is sweetin'
But if you ain't from where I'm from,
any drugs sir searchin in my car

(Chorus x2)

(Project Pat)
Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and y'all don't make a sound
[Project Pat] (talkin)
Hello, hello, hello?

[Boogelou] (talkin)
Pat, what's up man, what's up?

[Project Pat] (talkin)
Boogelou, what's up man?
Man
OF THOSE PICTURES OF you IN THOSE DIRTY ASS CLOTHES AND THINK WIOULD I BE IN DA SAME PLACE IF IT WASN'T FOR THESE FOLKS FAGET'S BUT NEWAYZ THE PROJECT PAT
showing love
To my dawgs, to my folks
Violators be slugs in ya back
Ratta-tat
It's your dawg Project Pat
In the hood having fun
Sippin' on Pauk Mason
Give
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
they call it music but it seems more like a lie artificial life in the marketplace epic ballads by the musical whores life is so boring project theirs
a circle off the highway
Spiral into the driveway
In the maze of all prefabs
They'll be waiting at the lab

They called me back to the lab to discuss
will be in stores now 
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
words like sheeba
Educated rapper fouling the teaser
My team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu lab
Cameras in nine bedrooms we own tags
Don't
one) Yo

[Ghostface Killah]
Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirty
Like Keyon, got his wig pushed back,
Five-thirty
Yo they
on ou pinky pinky

[Project Pat] 
Jumpin out da trizak
Chewin on a sizack
Sippin on some sizurp
Jus slung a bizag
Name iz Project Pat-a
Moet in my
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
please whateva)
bwok bwok, chicken chicken
bwok bwok, chicken heads
(x4)

(Project Pat)
bald-head skally-wag
ain't got no hair in back
gelled up
[Chorus - Project Pat]
In the hood stackin funds
Got me feelin real pimpish
Purple kush in my lungs
Got me feelin real pimpish
Got carrots in
the new way of thinkin'
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open
Push your seat back, just flow
That's how we
finished that rap in the booth, it's back to the truth
And your shit is glass thug (and you) never outside
'Cause youse a in the lab thug (youse a) pen
straighten up
Don't deflate it up gimmie the bucks my cash wrinkling up
Looking back in the days, amazed
Cause the lab rat done made it out the maze
Still feel