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e desse jeito que eu te deixo crazy 

tirando onda to fumando haze , gatinha to fudendo ela babe by 

tem quanto tempo que a gente não se ve 

pegando

Mynba ia nga ym pat la kha
(When you formed my inward parts
When you knitted me
Together in my mother's womb)
Jingieit jong me ka la thaba
(Your

In My Hood

Fabolous

Real Talk [Amended U.S. Version]

2004

it every 5 minutes, look at your faces, pat your waists'
Try to find the stash where the gats and base is, I can't say that they racist
But I know it

to KC
Adios before my plane leaves
I don't freestyle
You gone have to pay me
Like the Green Mile
You killers be with rats
I want A milli and A mask
A nina

on designed by me
I'm fuckin' her good she tell me don't stop
I'm in the crib with my feet up
Cup full of Pat no Cleo
She gone suck so it ain't no clean up
Drop

Yesterday got backstabbed
By someone
Who was close to me
If it's real
He'll look me in my eyes
When he spoke to me
Stumble with yo words
Cause they

to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin' sticky green

to H-Town, connectin' SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin' killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin' sticky green

Rang Dang

Bloodhound Gang

Use Your Fingers

1995

Funk Like Lou Rawl
Basco Roscoe P. Cotrane
I Wish I Had A Membrane So That I Could Go Insane
Red Light Green Light You Know I Always Win This Game

street stalker
(stalker) to walk a green mile (mile)
We piling up the paper on
The dining room table
'Cause you able to realize I'm the
Truth and not

The signal light shone green, I wondered could I change the gels 
Pat said that's a sure way to get locked in separate cells

If I must choose a life of crime,

pace
We bein' blessed by golden days
We raised our claims
We breakin the chain
We makin the chase (yeah)
We facin our case
We having our ways (yeah)
We

Me against the world like Pat Riley and the Dream Team
Level three vest, MAC-90 with a green beam (brr)
Dead body on a dead body, I done seen things

The bitches are bad, the city on map
The crib got a pool in the back
Nigga what more could you ask
Your wildest dreams, the money is green, the fazos

Naw we ain't doing none of that humming shit this time
They doing pat downs at the club
But they ababyin't checking none the hoes
So I told tuck this

Shit
What's good Zach
John in this hoe, Pat in this hoe
I'm drunk as hell foo
Beat finna drop right here? (Hell nah)
Aight, I got some more time
Oh

My Texas

Pat Green

Small Town Family Dream

2012

haven't been to the Houston rodeo,
Sang "Carry On" at a Pat Green show,
If you ain't seen an Abilene sunset,
Then you ain't met My Texas yet.

If you never

Probaly aint. They've now been finessed by the system.
I rock bling so mine ain't impressed by no niggas.
Who step into my office.
Like Pat That's my

Seen traffic hope it goes green
Known this since OD been on rotation, growing
With the pen game, tracing OGs old CDs and changing flows
Keeping it lowkey

I can be what I choose to be
So why don't I choose happy?
It's my life I can change it
Just by the way that I frame it

Cuz' this ride has its ups

snapping
Like some kind of contraption 
Head hi what it do 
Pay attention wootie wooo 
Protect pat that Getty green 
I roll it up in disbelief 
All then

screaming Pat let us in
But what they don't understand is I can't stand you
Constantly on my back trying to act like a parachute in my bag
Way too many people

under 5'9"
For the money I'll pretend he's a tall guy
Supersize his ass like a small fry
Gimme that
Ass clap like it's pitty pat
All I see is green bitch

Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
That Ghetty Green nigga
See I was put on this Earth for hustling nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
But when I have to
I put that Glock