Lyrics:
a lick to hit
'cause it don't look like we leavin these bricks to quit
On them hot summer nights we be servin them whites
On them cold winter days we be
I'm rolling, so baby open up to me
She did it, I hit it, I'm with it, so let's get it
Pat it up, pat it up, pat it up, pat it up
And say she took that dick
Give me a project chick
Give me a hood rat bitch
One that don't give a fuck
And say she took that dick
My mama send me by
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
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
Ayy
Drank, takin' a sip of that Act (blow it)
Flood all my bitches in that (that way)
I'm in the projects without Pat (ayy)
My jewelry leave
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
of course it's a process
Goes to show you the project
Lucid dream in your head I'm a concept
When I television keep in mind
Stay on grind with the mission
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
of the urban make your shit sound rural
She said I hit it so deep she need a epidural
Them other niggas have you looking like a squirrel
Now that's nuts. I
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
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
Floatin' above everything
I'm Screwed Up Click until it's over n***a fresh off the chain
Beat the slang
Chorus (Fat Pat)
Verse 2 (Big Hawk)
I'ma swang
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
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
lotta red, what these niggas gon' see
I need a new Glock cause it's left from the sea
If it wasn't for Pat, then where would I be
He posted my music, I
blessed me, so I hit up Project Pat to say hey
So much paper comin' in like Project a Banker
I don't want none of your weed
You can keep the drink
My ship
don't know what direction it's gonna go in
Or at what speed it's gonna go in
This project was like, all over the place
If you listen to Cruisin' By
, uh, I'm a project kid, uh
Hit you in yo' stomach, bullets, you digestin' it
I never had no Section 8, no, I lived in that Section A
UP universe park,
Logic of a snitch, "You ain't know, but I'mma let you in"
"Why would I do ten, when I can go on and turn in my friend?"
Not pokin' fun, Project Pat is
in it represent it
Ya'll boys, ya'll boys ain't ready for us
Project Pat, Noreaga, D.J. Paul, Juicy "J"
Hypnotize Minds in here, like this
haters, wanna know who you are
When you coming down, like a superstar
If you really wanna know, who it be
It's Fat Pat, and the boy Mike D
Hit a lick
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
Yes sir once again it's on
Juicy J featuring Project Pat
Chronicles of the Juice man
North North part 2
Raise ya thumbs up my nigg, it's on fool
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