Lyrics:
again, hey
Mission four: got the vintage rolls
Drop a couple hundreds, tell 'em leave it at the door
I ain't worried, doing me tonight
A little sweat
to heaven in a little rowboat.
Clap Pat Clap Pat Clap Pat Slap! Clap Pat!
Clap your hand, Pat it on your partner's hand . . . Right Hand.
Clap Pat Clap
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,
to heaven in a little rowboat.
Clap Pat Clap Pat Clap Pat Slap! Clap Pat!
Clap your hand, Pat it on your partner's hand . . . Right Hand.
Clap Pat Clap
Getti Green yeah I'm bumpin Project Pat
I make it back with these blocks I bring the projects back
So I can cop that black benz for them chicken heads
Don't you know what it's like to be in the projects
Projects
Streets can't save your life
Surrounded by violence
Was blinded
Tell 'em imma put up
where it's at
Nigga show me somethin
Out in Sixy, Opalock, overtime, city buy
You know how we get it Don
Nigga, that's how I bet a thou
Project Poe,
shit ain't fake, I gotta break and get the fuck by from this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
I'm fucking with my homies
I'm fucking with my A1's
Who got it out the mud with a thug
Since day one i'm fucking with my A1's who
Been there since
that P-A-T
Am I a player? Shit, up early in the mornig
Tryin to stack me up some paper
That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can't you see
]From these
that P-A-T
Am I a player? Shit, up early in the mornig
Tryin to stack me up some paper
That Platinum Soul got me throwed, can't you see
>From these
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
fuckin cops into the ground
Pat Brown
He's a crazy guy
and I'll tell you why
He's no clown, so don't fuck around
He's got a shotgun, yeah he thinks
comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not
[Juvenile]
Listen,
It's a fresh package I got - why not move it
Keepin' it in the house 'll have the Feds locked to it
Business as usual is goin'
locs fly through the sky
When opportunity comes it's do or die for me it's do or do
Haters wanna be downers but I'm Project Pat in this bitch who you
You
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
Fallin' from trees like the leaves in my hand rake-ahh
Project Pat-ahh attractin' dime piece-ahhs
I'm dirty southern, french braids, gold teeth-ahhs
I'm out
motherfuckin' round, so I'ma give him respect Gettin' it how he live in this project livin' [Hook - Hakiem] In the project, niggas don't wan' see you come up You
on these suckers who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known
Ho
Boy, it's 'bout to get real scary up in here
You got the original Break Da Laws up in here for you hos
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat, weak niggaz
asking for a feature
I could be your teacher
Fuck it I'm a preacher
I was just a youngin' smoking dope behind the bleachers
Bumpin' Project Pat
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
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