Lyrics:
It was an upset
In two minutes flat
We're back on the freeway
Foot to the mat
I can't understand it
We had it down pat
It's very upsetting
Seven in the morning, standing in the line
Three fools in front of me, drinking on some wine
Two in the back of me sucking on a joint
And one in
on the way by the name of Bamboo
Got a little baby girl, four year, Jordan
Never turn my back on my kids for them
Should have hit it, quit it, rag-top
on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right back at you
Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it locked
Rocking
hands
(Were slammed in his face)
Like fire under whores
Insect, smiling eyes project rain
Blaze against his teeth
The luxury of tears burned my
that's where I used to get them sacks off
But now I got platinum plaques in the back of the 'bach
And I'm back with Dre again
Aftermath, We The Best
Me
need a sweet house on the hills
I’m in the projects in the field
Harriet Tubman on the bill
Think I need two pills worth of them
Way I be talking like
praying for progress
If you live in the hills how you stay in the projects
So folks won't listen if they think what I'm saying is conscious
They'd rather
Ev'ryone'll will wanna shake your hand
Ev'ryone'll will wanna see you again
And they'll all pat you on your back
They'll all try to tell you
That
ridin' clean, and gettin' my dick sucked (shoutout to Project Pat)
Still ridin' clean, makin' cheese, and gettin' my dick sucked (we are not stressin'
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
the loudest
Came up out the project houses
Where they resort to violence
Hennessy bottles on the curb
Lil' niggas tryin' to serve
Let's talk about it
Back
[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
slowed down by the weight of my necklaces
Parked the Lexus in the projects, bitch, I'm reckless
Extra magazine, hopped on a jet with my Ebony chick
love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that 'Llac on Pat Ewings
That's 33 re-tires, he fire
a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot, yes
Do trees grow from a forest MC's, y'all are clitoris
Y'all- roll with
Yo
(Uh huh)
Yeah, (ay yo), yeah
Chamber Music, fuckin' the party up in (yo)
Come on! You know what it is
(Thou must bust shots all the time,
came from
Born in a world going where they told me I can't go
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
Get ahead by any means so
hoppers I met in high school
Y'all saved my life Thursday afternoons
(This goes out to)
Ghetto children, making codewords
In the projects around
a prophet or I can't go back to my projects
Can I? Does a plant grow from a pot, yes
Do trees grow from a forest MC's, y'all are clitoris
Y'all- roll with
Becky while I'm rolling up
Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough
Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on
Trippy
All that I have
it's all put here in a box
Come by, look in
you can project what you want
If you're stuck looking back
in what moment would you
love that laid back Mannie Fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that 'Llac on Pat Ewings
That's 33 re-tires, he fire
Shit went left from a robbery
You live to see thirty you pat your mama on her back
I just sent my location you see Queens on the map
They should make
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