Lyrics:
some Project Pat, smoke your dope get your cheese
Learn to let shit be
Try and find some peace
Stand straight like a G
Hoes gone be hoes
Niggas gone be
it, it seems like the drama never ends
Be in the projects, like I never left out
Might be on odds goods, see a nigga stressed out
I can't take it,
weed he receiving
Be by them people deceivin'
Lyin', they triflin', nigga
My young bitch spoon with yah just
To knife up a nigga
Would you lie? Would you
Hey, hey, it's four twenty
I've got weed topics to teach today
Hey, hey, it's four twenty.. what
What in the hell
How long everybody been here
20
good, uhh
I never had much, ran with a bad bunch
Little skinny kid sneakin' weed
In my bag lunch and all through Junior High
We was just gettin' by
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
Got me all chokin', weed smoke
Got me in my zone got me in my zone
Project Pata', purple drinka', purple leafa'
Should’ve been a engine, I’m such
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
G-a-n-g-s-t-a (y'all know who)
I'm still living la vida loca
Where hoes sell prices on weed
gone be testing you sure in for a lesson
That's forever session I'm blessing to be the don
By the time you get the message outta this one I'll be
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
They get mad and they fuss
They don't shine like us
Project Pat, from
to empty the nines out
D batteries for the radio to blasties
Hit's by the oldies, eating macaroni
Ladies playing cards, yo the fellas play dice
Horse whip
hold a note like da guy who said da British is comin'
Oh yeah da niggas is comin' get out ya good dishes or somethin' like it's thanksgiving
And non
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
[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
come from a note but I
Rap like I live in the projects
I'm looking for more
What I'm after is bigger deposit's
My weed and my women exotic
She said QM is
[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
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
We just want y'all to dance with us man
Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down
Motorcycle with it, with it,
Let's ride nigga, we gettin' high, red eyes
High off Hennessy and weed
I'mma act a damn fool
Ain't no where to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we
at your picture my nigga
puttin hash with the weed wit a mixture of liqour
we can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
nigga I miss ya
the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I send 'em up
My raps y'all bit 'em up
For that now stick 'em up
Ten Four good buddy Tone got is money up
A frustrated and confused young juvenile
King of the project blues so I choose
To take a piece of the action
But my sober state of mind won't let it happen
here and pop off real quick
Yo, I gotta get that guap by any means
You know what I'm sayin', son?
Growin' up in Brooklyn, shit
I thought that
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
Good things come to a end is the motto
InshAllah but I was raised with a bible
You can judge by the book before they read the title
To keep it from
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