Lyrics:
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
about no best
Y'all couldn't fuck with me my shots been going unchecked
They say talk is cheap, that's why i let the visa talk
New York state of mind, you
on these beats boy, nah this ain't rap)
Nothin' but trap talk
Lets go
All this money comin' fast, I can't find nowhere to stash it
Lil' mama ass fat,
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
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
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
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
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
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
Seventh flo' with the 'dro now, nineteenth flo' by the rocks now
Gettin' paper make me feel like
Let me see all of my gangsters come up in Chi-Town
Let me
That hating ish Nall I don't really Get that
Ya boy say I'm eh but his chic Really with that
Talk ya little chatter Yea ya lil pit pat
Boss baby
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!
will be in stores now
or in stores right after this or sometime close around this
Go get the project pat album that's in stores right now
Cooked by
Let 'em talk that shit while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
Nigga, know we do this shit, for real
Tryna fight, by night his top
she big into energy
Know some Leo just like me
I see
I play it lightly
I say its likely no niggas like me
I let em know and I know you notice no niggas
John John Da Don
What's your puppies name? Jean
Claude The Dog?
Pat Stay, I tell these cats straight
You got the most mix matched face
Chipmunk
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Wonabee wonabee
Everybody wonabee
Like a young G
Gold teeth, drinkin' Hennessy
Slang a ounce, to a bird
In the street, like
I'm for real about this shit
This the remix (welcome to my hood)
Let's go (Where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood at?)
Remix (where the hood
we turnt for the night
40 it stays by my side
Whatever happens, it happens girl
I just went up on my price
Hop in the whip and let's ride girl
Hop
Let the top
Straight back
Set that kitty in
The Porsche
Drive the kitty round
The city, let the air
Cool her off
I'm a pat pat patter
nigga project Pat, get 'em
Patter, it's pumpin' for the strapper
A hundred louis belt and shoes
Money up to Gucci, we got chickens
Tossing chickens
What
niggas in the dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin'
price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take em
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