Lyrics:
Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto),
Motherfuckers do anything for a check,
OK that's cool but don't fuck around & let project pat and juicy j get yo ass wet
On another note I'm the same nigga wit
dreams boy we used to be robbing
If you my brother than we locked in
Came from the projects im not Project Pat
Grew up on the east side where the killers
like it
I fly in private, that’s the way I’m flying
This not for bragging I’m leading by example
My life is Lavish I give your ass a sample
All these
see what's going on in the projects
Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta
See how it's going down in the Dirty Dirty
Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans,
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
at my wrist, my neck, ice frost
Go get the jacket I'm feeling a bit cold
(Check, check, check)
She got me in my feelings going high and low
My views be
currency so the money keep flowing
Every single dollar be of major importance
All about my check like a Nike endorsement
Ohio nigga out in Cali feel like
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
life by night
I walk alone in my all white Nikes
Stuck on the road like I missed my flight
I can never go where the lights shine bright
Wake up, I'm
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
and keep up and move right alone
The day is kind of off but I can get it on
I'm taking it step by step and when the night is in depth
It's cool 'cause
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
like pancake-ahh
Foldin' my cheese like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ter
Attracted to dime pieces
I'm dirty southern, French braids,
Yep, Three 6 Mafia
Featuring Project Pat, Young D, let's go
Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli, let me see you pop that body
Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
Once upon a time in the projects, yo
I damn near had to wreck a ho
I knocked on the door - "who is it?"
It's ice cube, come to pay a little visit
broken chair
Wicked couldn't gone near, have
To be in fear, i would say
(yeah)
For mi say, on my way on to Devon's House
Sight a little girl by di name
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
the suits
With the cash
I tell' em
Pass the ruck, or get stuck by my comrade's badge
Just like my mom and dad had it
And did it
Easin in as slick as I can
on the corner
Getting beat up
by the police
A nigga like me
Can put the dick on ya
Beat that pussy up
And knock yo ass
In a coma
you a Hotgirl
But, Bitch I'm
the green nigga, live it up
You bound by the greed nigga, get enough
You fiending for a check nigga, cut it up, cut it up
Count your money nigga, get it up
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