Lyrics:
the herb
Ohhhh Lord this is track murder
Hit the town with 73... in my backburner
Bliss the broadcaster - Bringing you the live data
I hold my lightsaber
In the year of '34
And he fixed his teeth up good
And went to Clovis to record
Pat Garrett, his producer
He was best friends with the Kid
Until
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
know, he can come and get some
And he ain't mean shit to me
Commin from the PJP
The Project Born assassin but you best be watchin me
'cause I'm
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give Afro puffs like R.A.g.e.
You get if you could move it
a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give Afro puffs like R.A.g.e.
You get if you could move it
then fuck up the projects (Projects)
I do not know your lil shawty (Naw)
Bet I can fuck your lil shawty (For real)
Know she a go on the low (Low)
Sneak
Yeh yeh yeh whoa
Top down in the city
Couple day ones rolling with me
See me in traffic getting busy
I walk by faith like its no biggie
Street smart
Boy, it's about to get real scurry up in here
You got the original, break da law's up in here for you hoes
Three 6 Mafia, Project Pat
Weak niggas
Guess who's back in this bitch
To take over this mutha f**kin club?
(Hahahaha)
[chorus:]
I like it when she stompin' poppin'
Ghetto droppin'
had
A really troubled life with crack, heroin
And alcohol and had kids he wasn't an ideal
Parent to i was his second chance
And he gave it his best
Shot
only hang with white boys that like black sluts
Tell them Plain Pat yo that track sucks
We ain't dissing you
But you in the position to play something
(Project Pat)
North Memphis, South Memphis, Westwood, Orange Mound
Niggas ain't barrin' that bullshit make niggas clown
Down with the shit called
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
Put the passion in projects
We ain't counting no losses
Put our trust in this process
Just to bless who we starve with
Took a step, we ain't stopping
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
best believe to manifest
That you know, you ain't part of the project
Any less, manifest, trusting on the process
Manifest, manifest
Woke up one day
the tints, pull up with the tints, clip is extended
Never gave a fuck, never gave a shit, only gettin' rich
Limb by limb, forgive and forget, man, I don't
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find a way to deal with)
The pressure, dealin' with the peer pressure
(You gotta find
like you don't notice it
I don't blame you, Cheech & Chong I'd be smoking shit
Rap tight cobra grip, game's over with
Pat Stay is definitely one of,
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