Lyrics:
This is a story about a kid named Patrick
And I'll tell you off the bat that it's gon' be tragic
As it is for them that's from where he from
Pat
You hoes fade in the background
You better check my background
Like project pat lay smack down
You weak ass hoe's don't come round
Don't make false move
Rewind the clip
Yeah, I'll start by taking back
It's Spring of '17
Sitting shotgun there in my car
You said celebrities are sad, no matter how big or small
by all types
Cuz even lesbians be wanna fight
Cuz they all know if you ain't da homies then yo hoe just might get the pipe
N they all want it from this
walkin' the streets death can take you away
It's never guaranteed that you'll see the next day
At night the evil armies of Shaton don't play
So defend
m-80's, but now that heat pop
When the D's come, patrol the whole block
In due time, they're kingdom will fall
Inside project halls, with forty fours
Humpty
fall in love, break one
When I heard this crazy stuff about this other guy
I didn't believe it, had to see it with my eyes
When I saw you and him,
Forsythe, Daddy of John & Paul (see: Every Day's St. Pat.s), as they were taking his coffin out of the church & back to Cork, to bury him- the family friends
And never stop to wonder why
You could trip, fall, spiral down
If you're too damn blind to see
Be a punchline in a killing joke
Just another death by
critics who wait inside like baiting
You'll all see my greatness is still amassing
Fuel of the game the radio station's how can you gas him
Thirteen years
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
, pit-pat
Split it down the middle like a KitKat
Goddamn, you know I'mma hit that
Girl, I can't wait til you get back
Girl, I can't seem to fall asleep
And every night we can hear them thank
Their Buddy, up above
For sending down his love
(While you all smell the glove)
Jim and Pat should take a pole
head
(What's inside your head)
We can be whatever you decide
(Oh whatever you decide)
Come with me
Let me take you by the hand
Pat a cake pat a cake
coming
{Project Pat}
so you want to try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya in your spine-a
strap ya
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what
and see me fall
Walkin' wit my head down, straight, dependin' on y'all
The call me Honcho, I like to sparkle
I'm 'bout to barbecue a bitch like
I'll be grazing by your window
Please come pat me on the head
I just want to find out what you're nice to me for
When I look up don't think I
the trigga i figured you's a ho when
I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm
Game for a killin' now thinkin' I'mma run
That's a stupid ass
the shack than the track, keep em coming
Ninety days straight grind, fall back, see the money
Addicted to the hustle, to the double greedy money
I ain't
Who really bout that, you'll see when the smoke clears
'Cause we really out here! (We really out here!)
We really out here! (We really out here!)
We
you prayin' for a new religion
Murk you in the kitchen by the stoves
Step over the body, do the dishes
Bitch, my mama ain’t raise no bitch
Me and my
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