Lyrics:
freaky ass
Girl, go and bust it open with your freaky ass
I'm getting money with my dogs
Project Pat on them hoes
I'ma hit it like a dog
Then I
Yeah it's Project Pat up in this thang
Representin' "Layin' the Smackdown", "North North"
Three 6 Mafia fin' a rip it like it's supposed to be flip
flipped
Plus they got him with the hammers
Gun powder residue
That’s what I seen out my project window
Let it run, Q (Smart ghetto ass)
If I die tomorrow
niggas, Dru Hill to drew down
And I'm prayin' they set
Instead, most artists don't live as good as the execs
And they end up depressed
Scarred by A&Rs,
potent shit I'm ready to roll it
[Hook]
[Project Pat]
You know naturally I'm high
Down in Memphis we smokin on dat light
Dats goin keep you melo
Bud
we built
I hope, that they have better understanding
Check it out
Goin' to work on Monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All
it wasn't on
And by the time you got my letter I was long gone
Back on the road, gone with the wind blows
Packin' the shows, hoes and the nymphos
But when my tones in your
Face you say bye bye
Nigguhs love to see this hate on
The ten o clock news
Project pat got arrested by
Them boys in blues
He
extra cash to pay for college with
And it just so happens I got a lot of it
Spin around the pole while you're doing splits
By the end of the night
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
night, I was in the bed, eyes red
Thinkin' about project pat, and what the fuckin jury said
Givin' him what they gave him, then they put him in handcuffs
vengeance
On the boss who escaped
A quicker death sentence
He's going to wish
He got clipped by my boys
Cuz when he's in my grip
I bring torturous toys
I will
This the story of a project baby
Yung nigga with a glock no safety
Full house by the bunch no Brady
Mashed potatoes boy my life wasn’t gravy
Yea they
niggas lost in the stairwell
(Tang-o-phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yo
Represent my projects Stapleton (after the smoke is done)
He represent that
they ain't telling
Live by the code of the streets
Never move without my heat
Stay on my shit cause if I slip
I'm falling somewhere six feet deep
Got
could tell, dawg
Did it, did it, did it by myself, by myself, dawg
Blew up and I'm in the city still, I'm still here, dawg
How did I finesse all
We drink on, we drink on, we drink on
And get by
Well, she don't care too much for vegetables
And she hates rude American men
Questions if I'm balding
of my situation? Clap on?
When 40 got some shit for me to snap on, now that I'm on
I don't really want to worry about getting back on
I'm just trying
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
where birds fly (fly)
From Miami by way of Cuba (let's get i) to whoever wants to get that high (high)
There's clouds of clowns, seas of G's
Pro-jects
And, she's coming home
I got a picture of her down by the seashore
Wearing a bikini made of purple velour
Her hair's up like Conway Twitty's pompadour
Posters on my wall of Project Pat
Others from Memphis too it was all a dream
White boys where I'm from mostly cynical
Hold onto my focus with a broken dream
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
1, 2, 3, 4
You've got your mother and your brother
Every other, undercover, telling you what to say
(Say)
You think I'm stupid, but the truth
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