Lyrics:
nigga's Dee and Blue
Project Pat, ya'll know what to do
Creep through dem streets,
Wit dem thangs, blast on any fools
Tear da club up thugs, in this
when it's dirty still a hoe pulla
She wanna fuck my car im a go getta
Don't treat her like a star i'm a go-rilla
(Project Pat)
? like Alaska, make these
tat shit that on my skin
Every projects got a Kim
Fucking to get a come up
We grinding till the summer
On the Coli block wrapping block work with Hummer
And boy, we don't care who your calling
Nothing can save you now
I'm usually cool, but know I gotta bet back
I tried telling ya, ain't wit'cha death threats
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya dont want that shit
Cause its gone be naughty, by nature
Fuck a playa hater
Ima come through
And ya know Im down to spray
the down payment
You talking all that Jazz
Get yourself
Mutilated
Gorilla pimpin is an all season sport ( season sport )
I learned that from
Project pat
hand-stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen
What you mean Margiela?
She even got the 'scripts for the cough
In the H gotta hit Johnny for
Lost and crazy
Scared to drop a seed
Hopin' I ain't cursed babies
Maybe now
Niggaz feel me now
Picture my pain
Embrace my words
Make
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (yeah!)
You wanted
the dirt
Nigga, I leave you shell shocked
From project streets to cell blocks
Glock 45 with the tail cocked
Makin' jacks by no means
Pocket full of crack
down a path where the dead men snooze
Shoot our one or a gun, I'm a let you choose
I don't need another partner cause I only run twos
I ain't scared
this stretch but I know it won't be my last
I look back I aint see ya
Man I thought you was lagging
And this just supposed to be a one time thing
I
of the Flavor Unit
And we are Naughty By Nature, and we will just do, by terminating you
I can snap, rap, pack, click-clack, patter-pat-pat
Take that ass
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's fuck ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
the paper I just want the paper
Suckas wanna see me fall fall like a ton of bricks
It'll never happen dog Project Pat'll play it slick
Flick when I'm in
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something
Niggas like the projects so I'm back with another
I'm a terrified stoner
Who's scared of getting older
His friends are getting growner
His mom is
really hopin' that
One day she gonn get to hear the project but
She ain't sure so she ask if I'm jokin
I said nuh shawdy I am very forreal
Sorry for
nothing
Damn always trying to come up with something
Ya know it's hard Left me in the dust here all by my own
So scared and alone no fear Huh
Growing up we
Better shoot ya shot if I don't drop
Then you got it by spin the block
Your whole hood gettin' got
Talk ain't enough
Whoop his ass
If they won't smoke,
You left me for dead ain't nobody scared (ain't nobody scared)
You left me for dead ain't nobody scared (ain't nobody scared)
The gun is in your
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
it with a seam, youngin always seen with a killer
Hand stitched by my dealer
Dealing with a seam you ain't seen, what you mean Margiela?
She even
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