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and things got rather tough

Oh it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen
My father he was orange and my mother she was green

Baptised by father
stay a little longer

Can't go home if you're going by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big creek's up, and the big
on the piano
Good mornin' Joe

Can't go home if you're goin' by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
The big creek's up
stay a little longer

Can't go home if you're going by the mill
'Cause the bridge washed out at the bottom of the hill
Big creek's up, and the big
[A]Can't go home if you're going by the mill

Cause the[E] bridge' washed out at the bottom of the hill

[A]Big Creek's up, Little Creek's
that P-A-T

Am I a player? Shit, up early in the mornig
Tryin to stack me up some paper
That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can't you see
>From these
I always knew that you would take yourself far from home 
As soon as, as far as you could go. 
By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and the Army issue
I always knew that you would take yourself far from home as soon as
As far as you could go. By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and the Army issue
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
To keep food in my tummy
Tha ghetty ghetty green
On them 20's ridin' clean
Cause paper chasin' 
Just I'm like a fiend
It's yo boy Project Pat
Never
(Chorus)
I don't want to go to county jail no more more more
Its a big fat policeman at my door door door
He'll snatch you by yo collar make you pay
phone, just got paged by a curly curly
Hit me on my horn three times if you want the crack
But fool don't be paging me no more for no credit sack
Sipping
haven't been to the Houston rodeo,
Sang "Carry On" at a Pat Green show,
If you ain't seen an Abilene sunset,
Then you ain't met My Texas yet.

If you never
haven't been to the Houston rodeo,
Sang "Carry On" at a Pat Green show,
If you ain't seen an Abilene sunset,
Then you ain't met My Texas yet.

If you never
to "homeless are stupid, welfare is stupid
Private investment efficiency, cool fiscal plannin'"
Sounds like more Pat Buchanan

Back in his day job this
to the Wheel of Fortune where Pat don't Sajak 

Bring it to these cats often, the biggest payback 

is when I condemn men, to purgatory 

Stick a pen, do
dodgin' the city cop 
I play em' like pitty pat (shh)
I'm kickin' back (yeah)
I'm gettin' stacks, these bitches is really rats 
I fuck 'em and give 'em
dodgin' the city cop 
I play em' like pitty pat (shh)
I'm kickin' back (yeah)
I'm gettin' stacks, these b****es is really rats 
I f*** 'em and give 'em
and and sing to the clouds
And you'll be listening to your favorite Pat Green
Wondering why you ever left this red dirt scene
That new pop country it just
Man, Project Pat in the house 
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money 
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot 
Better
Shout out, to my man Lil Flip
Big Mo, Project Pat and the whole three six
Yea, I know about them Texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin a rip it like it's supposed to be
Handle
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
Two of 'em, give me two
I got you, pull on around to the window, pimp
Aight, shawty

Ay, ay, Joc, what up, Pat man?
'cause out here say he need two
So much, so much, so much

Quarter million, little nigga, I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat, I did the right thing
They don't move that fast,