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Gotta keep it natural
True to the source blast off with some sassafras
Pat me on the backside
I'll remember that
It's an oracle
Omen radical
Now
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you
to livin in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on why'all boy,
why'all don't need to be f***in wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
a record deal, now them same old chicks that used to walk on by
go out their way to say hi
But they gets none
That's why I'm with the same girl
forward
I take four steps back
I swear this pain is temporary
And I put that on Pat
If I said it
It's a fact
I ain't got a lie to kick it
How you start
tryna shake a couple cops
A broke a couple rules
Didn't graduate from school
'Cause I was busy hustling, man, I thought that shit was cool
See I gotta
was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now
was the thriller in the Ali-Frazier Manilla
I came down with phat tracks that combine and interlock
Like getting smashed by a cinder block
Blaow! Now
Money check, on me. Phone check, on me
Heater check, where my reefer at; can't shake it off, it's on me
Got designer all on me, Versace cologning
of weeks, I'm at my peaks, I'm getting weak, I'm tryna speak
I don't wanna sound jealous, I don't love on myself, so I gotta go project that shit on somebody
I need a project bitch
I feel like Project Pat
On that Six Mafia shit
I need a moonlight bitch
Daydream when I'm with my bitch
Don't know what loving
a beretta
Need y'all to run it back, boo, where the dollars at?
When I'm off that liquor, I feel like I'm Project Pat
Bitch, you really, really wack,
project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on y'all boy,
y'all don't need to be fuckin wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
you
to livin in project housin,
towels that ring-out, givin up on why'all boy,
why'all don't need to be f***in wit moi boy,
No Limit an Suave boy or I boy,
took the good route?
And put my foot down? And shake that monkey off my hook now?
Now how would it be?
How would it be?
niggas on the project
Shout out the one and only Quake Beats, aka Big Pat Raps
Shout out my nigga Mike from New Orleans
Shout out DV on the track
Shout
full or germs
Handling things with these mandolin strings
And the fiddle violin that the wild wind brings
Step, swept overseas by the oceans
ago
I hate that gravity
Deterred by snow
Prayin ego grows
No
Goes away
I guess I see the sun another day
Distressed and glum
I ordered sane
You gave me
ago
I hate that gravity
Deterred by snow
Prayin ego grows
No
Goes away
I guess I see the sun another day
Distressed and glum
I ordered sane
You gave me
Pat, call me Mister
Audi my car, with the kit
I'm the three piggy with brick
He the big wolf, get him blown up
Embroidery, get that boy sewed up
He
a snake, make sure that you pat him
Keep him calm for sure or he'll strike back
Shake your booty girl, Yeah I like that
Keep your moves silky smooth,
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
Embracing mistakes
I will not shake
I will not break
It's not by my power
It's not by my strength
I'm forgiving myself (and others) everyday
I'm receiving His
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