Lyrics:
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
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
and winning Oscars
Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat, Lyfe Jennings
If you can believe, you can achieve every damn bug
'Round us a good day, yeah
Seventeen years
my shoes, made it even worse. I worked in an environment where you're judged by your shoes. You dare not wear scuffed shoes. You dare not wear
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Cooked by
featuring Project Pat
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in
me on
I'm a project, lift me up
Pull me over, pat me down
I'm a object
But I'mma object, stick up
Till you put me down
Make a mess on your block wet
Houdini
Eat blue meanie
Tripping from the fact
Chance is teeny
Like linguini
It's skinny not fat
Yo where my backup at?
I hear some chitter chat
Followed by
[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
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like
Project Pat (Yeah)
Bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better, bitch, I'm better
I do better, I do better, I do better, I do better
You
talking}
Project Pat, Koopsta Knicca,
The motherfucking Tear da Club up Thugs, GangstaBoo, Indo G, its on.
You motherfucking hooooooooooooooooooe!!!!
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
Yeah, okay like yeah, boy
Ayy, what's that? My nigga Gotti
And we know they fuck with you in my city
Like they fuck with you in my city
Project Pat
m'arrête sauf la mort peut-être
Sidi, Alk et Project Pat
Si si, ça vous épate!
Ésotérique, hyper-vitaminé
C'est une fatalité j'aspire ta vitalité
Fallait pas
Stick 'em up, Stick 'em up
Raise 'em up, Raise 'em up
Buck 'em down, 'buck em down (Now that should be fun) (4X)
[Project Pat]
I'm
the closer that I get feel like Project Pat
Feel like Bobby, Whitney on them drugs talkin bout crack is whack
Baby want a three five for a dub, like, baby,
at the project with a stack
Then I flipped it to a brick and then I did the Project Pat
Like, homie what's the problem?
Semi or revolve em
Catch a nigga with
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
nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch
We gon' fight up in this bitch
(Project Pat)
Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin jaws
When
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
and they ain't get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize cat
Hurt
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
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