Lyrics:
momma she can suck a nigga dick!
Straight from the corna, the North is ma hood
I don rode on four flats and it's still all good.
Project Pat is outta
the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
Play me some pimpin mayn yessir!
Juicy J featuring Gucci Mane and Project Pat!
Darlin, ' Darlin, ' babyyy
I'm so hood, 30 inches on the Chevrolet!
do time
[chorus]
[Project Pat]
keep a trick and it ain't a hoe know dat I ain't a hoe
pull the triga back aI'm fo dome crush a cantalo upe
kill em by
naw we ain't scared ho
(Project Pat)
The pain is what, I'll bring it to you dawg
No love for those, who ain't about there hog
The script has flipped
the club and get one of dem broads (and then what?)
It's a wrap, we on the way to the house
By 3:45 I'll be kickin' her out (ayy)
See i came up around them junkies and them crash dummies
From da projects we ain't never had nothin
See we been on our dick so boy don't make us
baby momma she can suck a nigga dick
Straight from the corna, the north is ma hood
I don rode on 4 flats and it's still all good
Project Pat is outta
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
We got my girl La Chat, Gangsta Boo, Crunchy muthafuckin' Black
Playboy Juice, Project muthafuckin' Pat, Lord Imfamous, and me
DJ muthafuckin' Paul,
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
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,
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
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
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,
[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
have some Patience i heard my partner Killed my partner
It almost drove me crazy
Damn
This my testimony
Project living tv dinners
Sleeping wit da roaches
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
Mad yall
Cause last call was in the back of the club
Bangin da hell outta dis bad bra
On my planet we take no haters for granted
They Kris Kross
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
the drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we
a Crash Dummy
Driving on a crash Course (Course)
Flying in the fast lane
Do da whole Dashboard (Vvrrmmm)
Balling all net
I don't even use da Backboard
Crunchy Blac, Boogie Mane, Frayser Boy, Lil' Wyte, Chrome
Granddaddy Souf, Juicy J, Project Pat, DJ Paul the king of Memphis
Cock 'em up
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