Lyrics:
a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass the dro-dro and we gone stay trickin'
Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken
Bwok
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
involved from a far, affected by the street laws
Concrete walls, not even earthquakes could shake them brick walls
Nick's and garden projects this is me
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
to maintain your course
Through the potholes and gravel
Hot holes and what have you, tryin' to clock dough
Foes tryin' to pop shots through you by code
Pigs
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the taking
And what I need
cut off they nose
Will reap what they sow, so smell that shit
Yes, it's Payback Nigga
God forgive me, hands full, I have sin
Won't you take he, shake
[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
livin'
Spit all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she
all over ya chin
Weezy be on some pimp shit
I see 'em, peep 'em, meet 'em, beep 'em
Later on if she ride
G 'em, freak 'em, by the weekend she be
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
Got a little money from the trap now
Shawties look good wanna mac now
Up to no good when I sat down
Ass round yea I think I needa pat down
Got
bachelor pad
They shaking that ass on the floor and the mat
I'm from the project like my name was pat
She break me off some of that Kit Kat
And I'm a drum
this bitch
And we bout our paper, we shuttin' your block down
We takin' full charge
Can't nothin' be done, til Project Pat said, "Yo, fuck all
your eyes
Blow yo ass off ??????????
Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
in here
Got these juicy booty hoes
With the g-strings on
When they play that Project Pat, that beat
That's my song memphis Tenn, my home
North Memphis
the bitch to EverGreen
throw em in da bayou
call my niggas
D and Blue
Project Pat y'all know what to do
creep through the streets
with them thangs
Written & arranged by Pat Grady, Phil crtuz, cndy cbercrombie
Recorded/mixed/mastered at Shine Studios by Justin Douglas
Performed by:
Pat Grady - guitars
I'm the Biz Markie, I'm known for beatboxin' and rap
And now it's time, to put Long Island on the map
And lettin' you know, that it'll put you in
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A nigga owe you every cent
My niggas hustle hard just to pay
"Dropped outta school early so I could get me some paper
That's a good book, I don't mind you gettin knowledge about the game
You dig? So you won't
Thursday, it's a Friday
Me and bro draggin' on the highway
Bumpin' Project Pat lookin' up like
Why my niggas had to die, man
That shit just hurt my smile
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