Lyrics:
and
You know we runnin things
Everybody raise ya thumb
Everybody show your gang
March in a circle man
Muscle up until you strain
Project Pat and Juicy J
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
{Project Pat}
Don't you get mad at me cause your broad den chose-a
Glad to see the truck when I pull up
Gon' pop the lock big botty hoppin' in
network.
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you're everything i ever hoped fooor
In a womaaan 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
30-30 inches on the Chevrolet!
Ya boy Project Pat, aww
28 inches, aww yeah,
Filled up the bag like bank bank
Told Lil Wyte this one time, and project pat the same thing
I can turn two Ls into a W like bang bang
But Even in
down
Who knows what makes this world go round
You only get to watch it go down
It's my progress in this process
As I'm processing this project
Aye Yo,
like
See the fakers... Gone pose (In due time)
Got my mind locked on them goals (This world is mine)
Imitate but they can’t come close (This world is
to fuck
Sixteen and over to pat
A twelve year old kid got bucked
This week inperium flat lay your ass flat as a mattress
Smack your head off the axis,
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
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 me in my
uh, ayy
Run up on me, you get shot, huh, gun on my hip, uh-uh, ayy
Boy, this bitch I pocket, huh, yeah, I got a pocket rocket, huh, ayy
Project Pat
the aperture
I just checked my calendar, this whole year I'm out rappin you
No passin' us pussy, put me in Pasadena, cast the spell
I don't even smoke or pack
[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
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
Tryna get in Slice T spin Rod and Pat write raps
Soundmaster C in talent shows at Trazvant
Ice controlled the radio before the pyramid built
Ball serving
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
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
[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
because I don't need that
OG gas bag 93 like where the seeds at?
Feel like Project Pat on the scene, bitch where the cheese at?
Where that cheese? I need
or something
Yeah, we gone do that
Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make
This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man
A little bit
and the blues
My partner made bad moves, he might end up in the news
Or end up in the tombs or living in the boondocks
Riding by the rulesm I'll abide by it
to homicides
Project ain't a baby to this game as a grown man
Birds fly mainly on a plane even in the rain
I done seen Black folks tell, tell, tell
I done
can change ya world
Put this in your book ledger turning blue
This right here's for Project Blue this for all the one's that who
Follow their own
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