Lyrics:
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I just got thorough with the grind
Until it started paying
Now all the doubters feeling
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo faking
I just got thorough with the grind
Until it started paying
Now all the doubters feeling salty
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I just got thorough with the grind
Until it started paying
Now all the doubters feeling
travel at?
Endangered in our own habitat
Them guns and dope, man, y'all can have it back
As a matter of fact, we them lab rats
You build the projects
full of cabbage
She suck me like a gobstopper everlasting
Then I kill the pussy put it in a casket
Hit revive it's alive tell her run it back bitch
Me oh
Counteraction lab, project Vida at last
Hold it against me if you can
Reference the multiplex venture, enter the chamber
Same apartment number, a blockbuster for
bitches
Project Pat light the fuckin' track up for these hoes mayne
Hen-hen-O-Sin make a playa sin, mix it in with that white and gin
Here we go again,
the projects
A little bit back in the days, I was a target
Niggas nervous cuz they know that I'll go farthest
They watchin'
Narco Polo, Narco Polo
Narco Polo,
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
cared for by John Doe
You'd be better off just giving up
You'll get a pat on the back when you get a patio
I try not to get so negative sometimes, but I
lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches, above project fences
lead lead to dumpin'
IV to pump-in, you're feeling something
Catch my drift, or catch my four-fifth lift
At least six inches, above project fences
Ah, please (Project Pat) Yea
Ah Please! Say pretty please ah
(Project Pat) Yea *sound of mix table*
Say I want some triple six dick
(Let's) Ooh
the club
Similar to the one I rocked mics in the front at
Now we never done mix all night till the tracks slap
Justified oneiromancy bed rooms to mad labs
I
Consider the evidence and project it
They bringing the dead back to life
With hologram projections and finger of god injections
Defunding education
6, K-Roc don't play
Don't play with me baby
(Project Pat)
We makn' moves in this rap industry
Like a magician
A legion of neighborhood niggas
and just put out my debut
So I can just sit back relax enjoy the bay view
Fuck so point out one nigga I'm not better than
Dough the only thing in my recipe
Slay gang shit
Yo this the life we live
And that's word to project pat
Brown skin shorty
And she wants to throw it back
New year same me
Never
some crips
Stainless steel snug to my hip
Gotta give the streets my cred
Showed me how to water whip
Remember bumping three, six
Project pat a bunch
Mista Don't Play though
Raised in the projects so I pat them pockets
My rhymes be like nines when they shoot off like rockets
Straight to the cranium
and pat myself on the back (for doing good)
I don't need nobody else
I'm gon' do it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all
it there (yeah)
Catch a hole through the logo on your shirt
Why you rappin' 'bout the game
When you don't know how it work?
Me and Project Pat
monkeys in a cage
And watch em brawl
Why you think a
Known black areas
Called a project
Y'all don't see me yet
Y'all don't hear me yet
If y'all could see
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