Lyrics:
Project Pat in this, who you
You with them that'll burn ya pockets and
Only deal with thoroughbreds that'll hold me down when I hustle
Hustle mamis where
locs fly through the sky
When opportunity comes it's do or die for me it's do or do
Haters wanna be downers but I'm Project Pat in this bitch who you
You
Project Pat in this, who you
You with them that'll burn ya pockets and
Only deal with thoroughbreds that'll hold me down when I hustle
Hustle mamis where
Hypnotize Minds Productions
Presents
(Yeah) New Project Pat
Project Pat
It's goin' down
Aah
Good googly moogly, that thang is juicy
and upgrade you
I can (up), can I? (Up), let me, upgrade you?
Partner, let me upgrade you
I can do for you, what Martin did for the people
Ran by the men,
jacked Project Pat
never fake the deal all about a meal
keep a strap for the wolf pack out here trying to steal
cause I still think some of y'all
want
Yep, Three 6 Mafia
Featuring Project Pat, Young D, let's go
Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli, let me see you pop that body
Lolli, lolli, lolli, lolli
to find me
Feds still tryna build a case since '93
I told them, I'm retired but they like whatever
You know them pigs don't want to see you get your
Pat G’s in the house
And you know i make it bounce
Known to leap tall buildings in a single bound
Up up and away can never keep me down
Knockin
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
your hands up high like a false arrest
Let me see 'em up high, this is not a test
Yes, put 'em up, this is not a test
Now hands where I can see them,
'Cause everybody wanna be, with that Fat Pat
Hard to see reality, done brought me to a G
Thangs done changed, I got paper in my hands see
Paid in full,
alias, my escrow grow daily
It's the freshest Air Max wearer, yes
Ejaculatory depression after sex
And that mean after I nut, don't touch me, no
indigenous these streets been our land
You not supposed to see death this early in the morning
If God is an American, then God must be lonely
More killed by
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
the doctor,
"She's very low," he said;
Went back to see my baby
Good God! She's lying there dead.
I went down to old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by
the music be changin'
And the culture be shiftin', so you gotta move with it
Call me the party crasher, that plan spoiler
That Malcolm C and Maya Angelou
acting shady, baby
Seeing niggas shining through the diamonds
Trying to see me, baby
I'm the product, get that product, baby
Serving dog fucking with
I think you got a low self opinion man
I see you standing all by yourself
Unable to express the pain of your distress
You withdraw deeper inside
way back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
(Hey, ayy)
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn
Pecos and they come in by the truck load
I make CP you can't see me on these beats or in these streets
Cuz I toke heat and beef is beef and you will leak
uhhh
(You say you got ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this) uhh
(me and my man, see we known to spit this) HOT
Ah, please (Project Pat) Yea
Ah Please! Say pretty please ah
(Project Pat) Yea *sound of mix table*
Say I want some triple six dick
(Let's) Ooh
I need a clap clap clap
You see me doing my thing
I need a pat pat pat on my back
Tell me congrats
I need a clap clap clap
You see I’m winning
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